Beauty

For the past almost 3 months I have been amazed daily by my daughter. Amazed at how fast she's growing, amazed at all of my new thoughts and emotions, and amazed at how I am managing to juggle everything with a new baby and lack of help from my husband.
When I look at her I think what every parent thinks of their child, she's perfect in every way possible.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror today and noticed that my hairdresser does an awesome job on my hi lights. And then it hit me like a ton of shit!
We're born perfect and beautiful to at least one person on this earth. We then spend the rest of our lives "upgrading". Hair, make up, nails, clothes, tattoos, piercings, etc. All the while the person who has always thought of us as perfect is probably watching thinking "You can't improve perfection. Love yourself the way you are...perfect"
I now know why my mom was so disappointed when I got my first tattoo. She worked really damn hard to get me here, and thinks I am perfect......I kinda fucked up all of her hard work.
Before I had a child I thought when the day came for their tattoo that I'd be pretty laid back and make them wait until their 18th birthday then take them down and pay for it for a birthday present. I may still do that, I know now though that I will tear up if not cry at someone else fucking up all my hard work.