i didn’t begin to fully appreciate my features until my grandma passed away and my dad got sick. the realization that i’m never going to see a face like theirs again broke my heart. but then i did, every time i looked in the mirror. i’ve heard that the eldest daughter has her dad’s face and i’m so happy to carry on such a special part. especially that little twinkle he has in his eyes.

the lineage of women that created my grandma and then my mother also created me, so who am i to find shame in that. god i love my face now and idk why i ever for a second felt like i wasn’t worth it. if you’re a young girl reading this, your face was molded by the stars for eons and eons and it finally found you. learn to love it and cherish it, it holds your loved ones. you are art and don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.