When my daughter was born, I said, “She’s the most beautiful child I’ve ever had

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She is my most treasured child.

She’s the most beautiful. She has the most perfect complexion, and the
most perfect hair.

She’s the most beautiful. She has the most perfect complexion, and the
most perfect hair.

I can’t tell you how special this baby is. And I don’t, either.

She is the most beautiful. She has the most perfect complexion, and the most
perfect hair.”

So how did this happen? Why did my daughter end up with brown hair that is
not red? Why does my hair look like mine does when I have a blonde do? Why
won’t anyone buy a box of brown samples and pay to dye it? And if someone
did buy one, why wasn’t it sold on eBay?

Those questions are often asked, and answered (and they’re often answered
differently, by different people). No two explanations are the same, at least
until someone sees the child in a magazine or in a video and says, “She’s the
most beautiful.”

The answer to all the questions is that she is simply beautiful.

It doesn’t matter what color her hair is — brown, red, blonde, any shade of
gray. She is simply beautiful. And that’s the problem when our daughters look
different than our own. It’s the problem of everyone who has an identical
complexion and identical hair. Or a blue-eyed mother and a brown-eyed father,
or a mother and father with brown hair and red eyes, or another blond and
redhaired family.

The problem with looking like an identical twin is that we, ourselves, may
look just like identical twins. We share identical genetic code, but we also
share one of the most important variables in life — who we are.

If your firstborn looks like their twin, but has a different personality,
you’ve just learned something important: that you’ve been blessed with
an identical twin. You may have thought you were born in the wrong body.

In the same way that we all have “blue eyes” (the color of the earth, the
sun, and the oceans), or “brown eyes” (the color of the sky), or “blue eyes”
(the color of water and the ocean), we also have “blue hair” (the color of
the earth’s waters), or “brown hair” (the color of the sky’s colors). But
there’s a significant difference between what we see and what we have.

We all are beautiful.

And, of course, we all have the potential to look beautiful.

Every person that is born into this world is born with beauty that is unique
to them. And when that individual grows up, and begins to develop and learn,
the beauty that they first saw is not the same beauty that you first see —
which means that there is always that potential to learn.

Our children are no different than we are — with one crucial difference:
they grow up to look beautiful. And that beauty is not determined by their
father’s hair color, or their mother’s hair color, or their father’s eye
color, or their mother’s eye color.

They are beautiful because they are beautiful. And this “beauty” comes from
the inside out.

What is your beauty? How do you know?

Think the way you judge yourself is wrong?

When you look in the mirror, do you feel happy or sad about the way you
appear?

What’s it like to be you? Are you happy or sad about the way you look?

Do you feel bad that you look like that?

Do you feel ugly that you look like that?

Do you feel attractive that you look like that? Do you feel beautiful that
you look like that?

What’s it like to be you?

Do you feel bad that you look like that? Do you feel beautiful that you
look like that?

Do you feel ugly that you look like that? Do you feel attractive that you
look like that? Do you feel beautiful that you look like that?

Yes, you do.

When you look in the mirror, do you feel happy or sad about the way you
appear?

Do you feel that you are beautiful and therefore can’t be ugly?

No, you cannot be ugly.

You are beautiful. Every single person who is born into this world is
beautiful. And every single person who grows up is beautiful.

What’s it like to be you? Do you feel ugly that you look like that? Do you
feel ugly that you look like that’s what you look like?

No, you do not.

You are beautiful. Every single person who is born into this world is
beautiful. And every single person who grows up is beautiful.

But here’s the problem: there’s only one person who is going to live to see
the beauty in you that’s really going to live for you.

If you’re looking at your hair, or your skin, or your eyes, or your mouth,
or your shoulders, and you think, “I don’t feel beautiful,” or “I look like
that because I’m not beautiful,” then you’re in the minority of people who
would be looking at themselves in a mirror and saying, “I’m not beautiful
either.”

Your beauty is not determined by the way you look in a mirror — or the way
your parents look at you — or the way you look at others. It’s determined by
the way you feel about yourself.

Think the way you judge yourself is wrong?

When you look in the mirror, do you feel happy or sad about the way you
appear?

Do you feel bad that you look like that?

Do you feel ugly that you look like that?

Do you feel beautiful that you look like that? Do you feel beautiful that
you look like that?

Yes, you do.

When you look in the mirror, do you feel happy or sad about the way you
appear?

Do you feel that you are beautiful and therefore don’t need to be ugly?

No, you don’t.

You are beautiful. Every single person who is born into this world is
beautiful. And every single person who grows up is beautiful.

Most of us look in the mirror and think, “I’m not beautiful — that’s all
that matters.”

But when we actually look in the mirror to see our own reflection, we see
something very different — and very beautiful. We see the potential within
us. We see ourselves in the mirror — we see who we are.

And every single person who grows up is beautiful.

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