Every
girl must decide whether to settle for adoration or fight for love.
Quiet
reverence is the world’s response to my mother’s beauty. When people see her, they pause and wait,
full of hope, until her eyes rest upon them.
Her eyes always do. My mother
takes her time with people. Strangers
giver her their attention and she returns it.
She is a queen who reigns with kindness. This is why people stare. They look because she’s lovely, but they
stare because she’s love.
Being
loved for beauty is a tenuous situation for a girl.
My
weaknesses are my needs.
Getting
ready is my constant; it is the ritual that grounds me.
