Bad Hair Day

Okay so today while I'm being a blog hog and letting it all hang out (see A Thing of Beauty post), what do you think my darling 4 year old daughter is doing? Well....while I am downstairs on my computer playing catch up with the blogger groups and patting myself on the back for how liberated I am, my sweet baby is upstairs in mommy's room using scissors on her bangs! Just one good cut is all it took....




The first picture shows with her remaining bangs clipped up to show what she cut, and the second shows what it actually looked like in all its glory.

So....I am ranting and raving and gnashing my teeth and she has tears in her eyes and I sit her down and I say, "Katie, why did you cut your hair?" And SHE says, "because I was not beautiful enough." OUCH! Now I'm crying and feeling like an ass. Today, of all days, when I am feeling so empowered about beauty and body image and she just socks me with a big old dose of humble pie reality.

So I have the talk again about "where does beauty come from" and point to her heart. I keep re-iterating it, but she is obviously not getting that message from me since she is constantly being told how beautiful she is by the entire world (including me, I must admit). Conflicting messages, conflicting images...she doesn't know which "me" to invest in....inside or outside. Crap!

My parents always told me the story of the beautiful gift that was wrapped in garbage that had greater beauty than the gift with all the trimmings that had garbage inside. I HEARD the story many times, but did I listen? Crap! I've got some work to do (on both of us, I guess)

So, after a few swipes with the scissors, here she is in all her glory (beauty on the inside, beauty on the inside, beauty on the inside)....