When this Dad found himself worried about the messages his daughter was getting at the make-up counter, he decided to write her some of his own…
Dear Little One,
As I write this, I’m sitting in the make-up aisle of our local supermarket. A friend recently texted me from a different makeup aisle and told me it felt like one of the most oppressive places in the world. I wanted to find out what he meant. And now that I’m sitting here, I’m beginning to agree with him. Words have power, and the words on display in this aisle have a deep power. Words and phrases like:
- Affordably gorgeous,
- Infallible,
- Flawless finish,
- Brilliant strength,
- Liquid power,
- Go nude,
- Age-defying,
- Instant age rewind,
- Choose your dream,
- Nearly naked, and
- Natural beauty.
When you have a daughter, you start to realise she’s just as strong as everyone else in the house — a force to be reckoned with, a soul on fire with the same life and gifts and passions as any man. But sitting in this store aisle, you also begin to realise most people won’t see her that way. They’ll see her as a pretty face and a body to enjoy. And they’ll tell her she has to look a certain way to have any worth or influence.
But words do have power and maybe, just maybe, the words of a father can begin to compete with the words of the world. Maybe a father's words can deliver his daughter through this gauntlet of institutionalised shame and into a deep, unshakeable sense of her own worthiness and beauty.
A father's words aren't different words, but they are words with a radically different meaning: