Pondering Pretty...

As a child it became very clear to me that girls were supposed to be pretty. I was given frilly socks, pretty dresses and told to be sweet and that would make me beautiful. I remember entering grade school and realizing the goal of "pretty" could be hard for someone like me who had crooked teeth and very dark skin. Pretty can sometimes be a mystery. Maya Angelou said it best in her poem Phenomenal Woman. What do you think pretty is? Does it require the best clothes, hair or is it something deeper? As a grown-up I believe that pretty is kindness. Pretty is compassion. Pretty is caring about more than our looks and keeping our minds fixed on those in need. I am still striving for pretty-but changing the definition everyday. Join me in defining pretty. Read something great!