Today we picked up my daughter's dress for her school's upcoming prom. The very memorable and unique boutique where we shopped has a tradition of taking a Polaroid snapshot of each girl and her dress before she leaves, always posing her just 'so'.
I watched as my daughter held back, giving the floor to the girls who demand attention and want an audience; the kind of girls whose fanfare and drama more than likely continues long after they leave the shop. I see her quiet and unassuming beauty - a girl who doesn't see it when people stare because they notice the something "different" about her. But I see it. And I always have.
Though there's nothing wrong in getting dolled up and making the most of what shines on the outside, it is the inner beauty that tells the story of what true loveliness is really about.