To my future daughter,
I wish the world for you and I will fight to give you the world. This I can promise.
But I’m afraid.
I’m afraid that you will be born into a world where women don’t matter…
That you will have to dream twice as hard to make it half as far as the man sitting next to you…
That you will not be able to govern your own body…
That you will be shamed for embracing sexual expression and sexual freedom…
That you might have to hide who you love because it’s different…
That your self-esteem will suffer because society told you it should…
That you might be harmed and never receive justice…
That you will be harmed for using your voice…
That you will be harmed for not using your voice…
That you will always be defending yourself…
That you will feel as tired as I feel today.
I hope you never feel defeated, but if you do, I will be there. I will pick you up and hold you high. And I will tell you that you are strong…
That you are intelligent…
That you are brave…
That you are beautiful…
That you are loved…
That you are believed….
That you are valid…
That you are worthy…
That you are important…
That you are heard…
That you are supported…
That you are able…
That you are perfect…
That you matter.
That you will always matter, even when there are forces telling you that you do not. Forces that feel like waves, crashing over your body and pulling you down. I will not let you be held down.