If I Have a Daughter

I want a daughter who will not live for anyone’s approval. Not to dress her up.Not to live through her. But to break a cycle. I think I will cry, when I first hold her. Not because she will be small.Not because she will be soft. But because she will be hers. A little girl with my eyes.My stubbornness.My heart. A mirror of me, yes.But not my pain. Not my fear. Not my wounds. Because I have watched girls. I have watched them grow up and start doubting themselves for no reason.I have watched them learn how to smile while feeling threatened.I have watched them become quiet in rooms where they should have been loud. And I have watched something worse. <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/1770648693538.jpg"/> I have watched girls turn on other girls.Not always loudly.Not with fists. With looks.With silence.With rumours.With jealousy that hides inside friendship. I have seen women clap with hands that did not mean it.I have seen compliments that were really warnings. I have seen, “I’m happy for you,” said with a smile…and envy sitting behind it. And the sad part is this: it is common. Girls are raised to compete in ways people do not talk about. Compete for beauty.Compete for attention.Compete for love.Compete to be chosen. And when love feels scarce, women start fighting each other for it. Not because women are born evil. Because women are taught that another woman’s win is their loss. So they start comparing.Judging.Envying. They start tearing down the very people who could have understood them. And I do not want that in my daughter. I do not want her to grow up thinking other women are her problem. I do not want her to be the type of woman who smiles in someone’s face, then ruins them behind their back. I do not want her to feel powerful only when another girl feels small. I want her to be different. I want her to be the kind of girl who is safe. The kind of girl who can admire another woman without pain in her chest.The kind of girl who can support another woman without feeling threatened. I want her to learn this early: Another woman’s beauty does not steal from yours.Another woman’s success does not block your future.Another woman’s joy does not reduce your worth. I want to raise a girl who knows who she is. Not the prettiest girl.Not the most liked girl.Not the most chosen girl. Just a whole girl. Because the world already has too many women who are beautiful and broken. Too many women who pretend.Too many women who compete.Too many women who smile while they hate. I want my daughter to be a woman who heals. A woman who supports.A woman who stands firm.A woman who does not fear other women. And if I can raise her like that… Then she won’t just be my daughter.She will be her own woman.A proof that strength, kindness, and freedom can live in the world. And maybe, in her… Something changes. Not her. The cycle.

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