“when your little girl asks you if she’s pretty your heart will drop like a wineglass on the hardwood floor part of you will want to sayof course you are, don’t ever question it and the other part the part that is clawing at you will want to grab her by her shoulders look straight into the wells of her eyes until they echo back to you and sayyou do not have to be if you don’t want toit is not your job both will feel right one will feel better she will only understand the first when she wants to cut her hair off or wear her brother’s clothes you will feel the words in your mouth like marblesyou do not have to be pretty if you don’t want toit is not your job”