I Don’t Want a Daughter

Instagram is my favorite form of social media as of late. I’m obsessed actually. Okay, obsessed is a big word. Let’s say out of all of the social media outlets I use, I spend 95% of my time on Instagram.

I enjoy seeing people post about their happy lives, vacations, and perfect lives.

And being the non-feminist that I am 😉 I particularly enjoy the Kardashian-Jenner clan on Instagram. Especially Kylie.

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Not sure why I’m so obsessed with her, but I am. And I am not ashamed to admit it.

But, as I scroll through Instagram and obsess over these women’s perfect lives, I can’t help but think about my future daughter(s). And no, I am not pregnant. I’m not even married so chill your thoughts. 

In the society that we live in, being a woman is tough. So here are a few reasons why I don’t want a daughter:

1. The beauty standards for women are impossible to reach.

Screen Shot 2015-06-22 at 10.39.03 AMNow, I adore the Kardashians and Jenners and am in NO way trying to bash them. They are simply my example for this post. Because LOOK AT THEM! They’re (seemingly) perfect. They have the perfect bodies, with perfect hair, and perfect makeup. But here’s a little fact about them that many young girls don’t know.

They have a glam squad. And they admit this, too. I’m sure it’s not everyday. But for pictures like the one above of Khloe, she had someone do her makeup and hair.

I don’t want my daughter to think that she has to wake up everyday and put on a full face of makeup to go to Walmart. I don’t want her comparing herself to other women she sees and think, “Well, I don’t look like that. And the world calls them beautiful. So, I must be ugly.”

I’m 100% sure that Khloe does not wake up like that. I don’t want my daughter to think that she has to change the way God made her to reach a standard of beauty that the Kardashians, honestly, can’t even reach themselves.

2. Because the way that she dresses will define who she is.

I won’t use many words for this one.

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Does someone want to explain to me what a slut is? Tell me how these comments aren’t degrading. Tell me that my daughter will be able to walk down the streets and someone won’t call her a slut just because of what she’s wearing. Can we just stop using this word? Can we stop labeling and judging women by the way that they are dressed? Can we stop having double standards? Can we start teaching our boys that no means no, no matter what they feel? Can we stop telling our daughters that “boys will be boys” when a boy looks down her shirt and makes her feel uncomfortable? What ever makes anyone think that any woman is “asking for it” just by the way that she dresses?

Rant over. I have SO much more to say on this subject, but I’ll move on.

3. The number of Godly examples for women are slowly fading.

Hear me out. By the time my daughter is my age (21), the women I look up to will be older and, honestly, unrelatable. She’ll have my mother, sisters, and me (hopefully). And she’ll have my friends. But the women I look up to, like Christine Caine and Lisa Bevere, will be, well, older.

We need some women to take a stand. We need some women to be radically unashamed for Christ. We need more Godly women to set the standard for beauty.

Maybe I’m over-exaggerating. Like when I get married, have a baby and it’s a girl, I’m not going to cry tears of extreme turmoil. But I will fear for her growing up in this society. And I pray so hard that, if I do have a daughter, she learns to love herself, love others, and, most of all, love Jesus.




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