06/03/2026
I went my whole life thinking my brown eyes were "boring."
I wished for blue eyes. Green eyes. Anything that felt a little more special. For a brief period, I even wore colored contacts (which, looking back, looked hilariously unnatural on me 😅😂)
Then my daughter was born.
She came into this world with the most beautiful, deep brown eyes I've ever seen. The kind you could stare into forever.
& I realized something:
How could I look into her eyes and tell her that brown eyes aren't beautiful?
How could I teach her to love herself while quietly picking apart the very features we share?
It's funny how becoming a mother has healed parts of me I didn't even realize were hurting.
Because when I look at her, I don't see "boring." I see warmth. Depth. Wonder.
And now, when I look in the mirror, I see those same brown eyes looking back at me.
Turns out, I didn't need different eyes.
I just needed a brown-eyed little girl to show me how beautiful they were all along. 🤎
