A Letter To The Little Girls

When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about… there is a field. I will meet you there -Rumi

How can I possibly begin this letter?

I have so much to say, so many words inside, which are crammed, arguing, scratching one another, and dying to be released.

I guess I’ll begin with “I’m happy you were born.” Humanity needs you now more than ever & I truly believe you are here at the perfect time.

You may hear the world is going to HELL in a handbasket, but don’t allow those unconstructive thoughts to direct and guide you.

I believe together, all of us girls, well, we can alter the direction of our country, our communities, our lives.

Society will tell you you’re not good enough, smart enough, thin enough, pretty enough.

They will say that you will need to stay young, get shots of Botox, buy expensive face creams, go on Weight Watchers, eat kale, play stupid, settle for less, and fit into a size two.

They will say you will never be satisfied until you look a certain way, have Kim Kardashian’s ass and Beyonce’s bank account.

It’s all bullshit.

What they should be telling you is to utilize your brain, your thoughts, your insight, your ideas.

What they should be telling you is to discover your passion and purpose and make a difference precisely where you are.

Where there is life—there is hope.

You must believe this, or you will live in darkness. That’s the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

And by the way, you must know this—some men will try to own you, but you are un-ownable and cannot be confined or caged, even by your parents.

Some of these men will demean, belittle, and minimize your worth, your value.

They will try to convince you it’s a man’s world, that they are in control. These men will rape you with their entitlement and religion and power.

It’s all bullshit.

You are the one in control.

You are the one who will decide your destiny.

You are the one who can tilt the axis of the earth.

Here is the secret nobody is telling you.

You don’t need the things society is trying you sell you.

You have the power to rise exactly where you are, as you are.

There is a field in the distance.

Do you see it?

I will meet you there.

“Beautiful Blonde Little Girl Dressed in a Red Dress Playing on the Beach”by Themeisle is licensed under CC0 1.0

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Kim Sisto Robinson is a mother, lover, poet, writer, educator, obsessive blogger, lover of cats, cheese puffs, chocolate chips cookies, Sylvia Plath, addicted to books, women’s stories, walking with audio books ( Lolita was off the charts!), and powerful, transformative words. Her work has appeared in Scary Mommy, Bella On Line, Glass Woman, Migrations, Rebelle Society, and Feminine Collective. She created her blog, My Inner Chick, to honor her sister, Kay, whom was murdered by her estranged husband in 2010. Her mission is to give “Voice” to all women without one. She was honored the "Men As Peacemaker's Award" in 2015 for her work with domestic violence.

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