Her Perspective

Social media keeps our lives spinning 100 miles an hour and it seems the rules are always changing.  Right now the name of the game is "prove your worth and your life exciting." I can't seem to get through an outing without being photographed or recorded on video. It seems like every time I turn around, someone is holding out their phone, trying relentlessly to get the perfect boomerang for the story or perfect selfie for their profile picture. And that's fine. Look, the point of this post is not to bash social media. I have had my fair share of doing all of those things and probably will again sooner or later. We can't judge those people because we don't always know them or their story. Maybe it is an insecure person who often updates their profile picture because the interaction on the photo is how they feel good about themselves. Or maybe it's someone who almost lost their life to cancer. Maybe surviving created a desire to document everyth

Last week I wrote a post about why we need to stop labeling our sons as flirts and heartbreakers. You can read it here. Now I am doing a follow up post on why we should stop telling our daughters they are pretty. I know... I sound like a harsh, abrasive mother, right? Like, who wouldn't want their daughter to know she is beautiful? I get where you're coming from... and I agree . But I think there is more to it. Let me explain. In simply telling our daughters how lovely their outward appearance is, we help coax them right into society's hands. The same society that will inevitably wreak havoc on their self-esteem at some point in their lives. The society that screams "you have nothing to offer besides your looks!"... ...that begs "don't you dare go in public without your makeup on!" The society that offers endless comparisons of who looks better; who has a firmer, tanner, more flawless body than her. The society that will