I don’t know how old you will be when you read this. But I suppose you’ll be old enough to look in the mirror and scrutinize your skin and hair and eyes.
I hope that when you look in the mirror, you see a happy face, beautiful and confident.
When you look at your skin colour, you feel radiant and golden. I hope you don’t feel the need to pick up that face wash with ‘whitening pearls’, to lighten your coffee not cream complexion.
When you look at your facial hair, whether light or dark, you don’t feel the need to get rid of it. Because maybe by then we would stop treating it like a disease.
When you want to wear a sleeveless dress at a concert, you don’t keep your arms down to hide the slightly darker underarms, because you know you’re brown, and it’s completely normal to have dark patches.
I hope when you hit puberty, and your body starts to change (we’ll have a talk about this soon if we haven’t yet) you learn to stand straight and tall and proud of your body structure. I hope by then, you will see girls in magazines and on tv who look like you and your friends.
I hope that when you watch fairy tales and read books and watch movies, they tell you to dream big, to achieve big, to strive for something more than a saviour and a Knight in shining armor.
I hope that you know that you are a work of art and some people will like you and some people will not. But it won’t matter because the ones who do will make sure you remember that you don’t have to be pretty if you don’t want to.
No matter how much makeup you buy, always remember to keep your heart full of love and honesty because that’s where real beauty lies.