FULL OF AWESOME

"There was a time when you were five years old, and you woke up full of awesome.   

 You knew you were awesome.    

You loved yourself.    

You thought you were beautiful, even with missing teeth and messy hair and mismatched socks inside your grubby sneakers.   You loved your body, and the things it could do.    

You thought you were strong.    You knew you were smart.     

Do you still have it? The awesome.  

 Did someone take it from you? Did you let them? Did you hand it over, because someone told you weren’t beautiful enough, thin enough, smart enough, good enough? Why the hell would you listen to them? Did you consider they might be full of shit?   Wouldn’t that be nuts, to tell my little girl below that in another five or ten years she might hate herself because she doesn’t look like a starving and Photoshopped fashion model? Or even more bizarre, that she should be sexy over smart, beautiful over bold? Are you freaking kidding me?   Look at her. She is full of awesome.   You were, once. Maybe you still are. Maybe you are in the process of getting it back.   All I know is that if you aren’t waking up feeling like this about yourself, you are really missing out."

Now before you get all carried away with how full of awesome I am (although lets face it, if the shoe fits...), the above note was written for a fantabulous blog called Pigtail Pals.  

Required reading for any parent...please.

I had read this post on Tuesday.  Wednesday morning The Girl comes strutting (and I do mean strut, she felt good and you could tell) down the stairs in the outfit pictured above. A sparkly skull is on the black shirt, a pink tank top layered under it for no other reason (that my 36 year old mind can figure)  than to clash with the sassy pirate skirt but my favorite part is the pink and red striped Christmas socks. 

On Monday I would have laughed and said "please, at least go put black socks on that looks crazy" .  I would have seriously most likely made her put black socks on for school. This Wednesday however I asked " now what made you make such and interesting sock choice?"  she answered " I like em, Grandma gave them to me, they are comfy and sassy".

Well ok then.

Full of freakin AWESOME!