Raising girls scares the living shit out of me. There, I said it. It isn’t because I am not confident in my parenting abilities; it is because I remember what it is like to be a teenage girl. Believe it or not, it hasn’t been that long since I was one <cough, cough>. I see my girls growing up and find myself in awe of what we (Farmer Bob and I) have created. I may be a bit biased, but I see beautiful, smart, amazing girls. At their ages now (10, 6, and 4) they are not so much concerned with appearance and acceptance, but times they are a-changing. Sooner rather than later I am afraid. What am I most afraid of? That they will grow up with this false sense of what is real and what is not. That their own self worth will suffer because of the falsities they see going on around them. That they will think that they need the approval of others in order to feel comfortable in their own skin. I know that as the main female presence in their life it is up to me to make damn sure that they grow up to be strong, confident women. This day and age, this may be the most difficult task I have ever attempted to accomplish.
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My dear friend Craughing is ready to tackle this issue head on. She is starting the Self Worth Action Project. Honestly, I believe that this is genius. We all need a reminder as to what makes us, well, what makes us US. What makes us beautiful, strong, smart, and FABULOUS. I join her in challenging you to join this project. Please follow the link and join her, you will find me there. Do it, you DESERVE it!