Dear Little Princesses,

I am so sorry.

Darling,

Precious,

Innocent little girls,

 I am so sorry.

I am heartbroken for you.

This world you are growing up in, 

Our hideous society,

This atrocious,

Disgusting,

 Double standard.

Sweet angels,

 I am so sorry.

The way everyone talks to you,

from even the youngest age.

Admiring your lovely locks, 

and your darling little dress.

Drawing emphasis to everything but your brain.

What they won't ask you is what kind of books you like to read, 

or if you even know how to read.

What you learned in school today that you didn't know before,

or who do you think is the most important person you've learned about in history, 

and why.

How you could make a difference in your town, city or district,

Or if you had any life altering revelations on the playground after lunch.

They discredit you.

They undermine you.

They diminish you.

You are capable of so much more than nodding politely and saying thank you.

You have such power.

You see this disastrous cosmos through an entirely different scope.

You see through both innocence and intrigue.

Your curiosity is such a beautiful gift, 

Don't let anyone ever tell you to stop questioning.

Though you are small my dear you are not insignificant.

You may even know just a bit more than they do.

Your discernment is unbiased,

Untarnished,

Pure.
That is one thing they will never be.

But these things are not what you are praised for.

You are called to grow and mature in the midst of a culture that is anything but progressive.
This culture places toddlers in tiaras, 
middle schoolers in mid-life crises,
high schoolers in self hatred, 
and leaves adults damaged.
These are the people who are called to raise you.
These are the ones who are supposed to instill you with confidence and hope.

My poor little darlings,
I hope you never feel the whiplash of our society. 
I hope you learn from as soon as you can understand that these people do not determine your worth.
That you will never see an image in the media that hasn't been altered beyond recognition. 
That your mind is a magnificent creation,
and should be greatly praised.
That your body is only one aspect of your awe-inspiring being.
That what lies beneath the cosmetics, 
and under the adornments, 
is nothing short of extraordinary. 
You are extraordinary.

Your kindness.
Your generosity.
Your compassion.
Your sparkle.
Your elegance.
You are strong little princesses, 
and you should be treated as exactly such.

Do not concede to the deception you will be bombarded with.
Do not allow the filth of this world to seep into your pure little hearts and minds.

Define your own beauty.
And inspire others to do the same,
Through your speech,
Through your mind,
And through your unwillingness to permit others to belittle you.
You are so much more than the size you wear,
The clothes you buy,
The make-up you apply,
Or how well you conform to what the media calls you to be.

You are extraordinary,
Strong,
Brilliant,
Dazzling
Little Princesses.

With all my love, Meg