Childhood

I can't wait to have a daughter of my own. Any children, really, but especially a daughter. I want to be able to teach her all the things I wish I'd been taught. I was shocked this afternoon talking to one of my suitemates. Another suitemate was planning a paper, talking about puberty and about shaving legs. I mentioned how I'd been teased for a couple years because I didn't shave. My suitemate was surprised at my stories of being teased. She said she'd never really had any trouble when she was younger.
I want to be able to teach my daughter never to let anyone make her feel embarrassed about who she is. I don't want her to end up trying to learn all over again, like I am. I don't want her to be used to feeling embarrassed and expecting to be laughed at. Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to start a Brigette Pity Party. I'm just thinking. Planning. I want my girl to be proud of who she is, because she will be beautiful. Our faults are what make us beautiful, not our perfections. The things that keep us from being perfect are where the beauty lies. I want her to understand that. Granted, there is a line between embracing your faults and always working on improving yourself, but neither thing should be paramount.