For no reason at all, or perhaps because I like to pretend sometimes that I’m a professional photographer, I said, “Work it,” after taking the above shot. You know, like the pro says to the model he’s photographing. Or I think he says that. I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve ever been the pro or the model.
Anyway, as soon as I said, “Work it,”
WHAT?! How does she know how to do that?
I’m suspecting an 11-year-old sister might have a bit of influence on this, and we definitely should blame the media (so easy to blame!), but, still, all finger-pointing aside, I think she’d still toss her hair like that. It’s like she’s born with it…the ribbons, the bows, the dress-up, the I-want-to-wear-makeup arguments, and, sigh, now the modeling poses.
I think all girls – oh, yes, definitely we big girls, too – need to feel pretty, to feel wanted, to feel loved, to feel adored. This little gal is all of the above: pretty, wanted, loved and adored. But it’s as if her cup, and mine, and yours, is never filled or maybe it’s just that it’s very leaky. For whatever reason, we have to feel it – feel pretty, wanted, loved, adored – again. And again. And again.
You. Are. Beautiful.