Dear Daughter,

It breaks my heart to see you, , the one I crafted, shaped, designed and adore, think less of my handwork.

“When?”, you ask.

Remember your time-outs with the mirror? How you questioned the parts I delicately fashioned. Remember the times you thought you were less valued, less perfect, less than who/what? Remember the times you came up with a perfect lady in your head, the one you think I will love more. How you wished so much to be her...for all these times, my heart breaks.

, you are beautiful because I made you. You are exquisite because I shaped you. You are worthy because I say so. I chose you. I chose to make you. You are not an afterthought. And even my afterthoughts (if ever) are perfect!

Daughter, I do not make mistakes.

You are unlike anyone else because I was deliberate about you amidst billions of people. YOU!

Your acnes may be massive or your front hair inexistent; your eyes may be tiny or your ears large; flat chested or short; big or tall; by whose standard have you been declared imperfect?

See through my lense dear one. See the joy you bring Me, the strength in you to love just the way I’ve made you to love, to work with the passions I’ve given you to use. You are mighty when you know who and whose you are. Abandon the opinions that brings death to your heart. Pay attention to my whispers of love instead.

I call YOU DAUGHTER, you have my DNA! Live only by this truth.

That image in your head, kill it. Stop trying to be like her or them. I didn't create her. You cannot either. I do not love her. I do not want you to be her. I made you and chose you. I make no mistakes!

Be fully you, whom I’ve created you to be.

, the only hack to more beauty is for YOU to reflect ME - just as the moon reflects the Sun.

Listen to the things I say about you here: Beautiful and Loved by Caleb Music & You Say by Lauren Diagle

From your awe and beauty stricken Father (I did good & take credit for making you a fine spec😉),

Abba💗💗