When or if I have a daughter someday, I know from now how I’ll raise her. I’ll raise her to love, and not limit that love to a religion or a culture to keep a family legacy. If she loves someone, I mean truly loves someone, I’d want that happiness for her. All I want is to be a mother who allows her daughter to find true happiness, not hold her back from finding that one person to turn her whole life around. You can’t put love under a category, it’s just love, it’s a subject in itself. And I want her to feel that. Not only towards others, but feel love for herself too. I don’t care if my daughter has a wonky eye. I don’t care if her belly overrides the circumference of her jeans. As long as she can love herself, that’s all I could ever dream for my daughter. To help her in that would be the greatest thing I could ever do for my daughter. If I can’t love my own self, the least I could do in the future is raise a daughter not to follow my example, to love herself as God creates her.