Having a daughter has made me love myself more. It’s a bold statement, I know. And like many people, I feel I’m on a constant journey for self-growth and self-approval. A journey that ebbs and flows.
I look at her and only see beauty. She looks at me and only sees beauty.
How can I not be moved? How can that not change how I see myself, and the world?
I want her to forever see herself the way I see her, and I want to see myself the way she sees me.