Once my youngest sister, a 6 y.o girl, told me that she wants to have whiter skin because her friend called her ugly and whiter skin makes her more beautiful so I asked her what the definition of beauty is.
She answered that beautiful is:
1. Having long hair (so that is why she doesn’t want to cut her hair)
2. Having whiter skin (her skin is quite tanned because she loves to play under the sun and she wants to make it whiter by using soap with scrubs)
3. Being tall (which although you can grow taller, but sometimes height is just genetics)
So I asked her once again, “Do I look beautiful?” and she said, “Yes you are, sis.”
And I asked her, “Do I have long hair? Do I have white skin? Am I tall?” She looked at my hair, my skin, and my body, and said, “No.”
I asked her, “So why did you say that I am beautiful?” She said, “You are kind. I love you. I like you. You smile a lot.”
And I nodded with a big smile, “That’s right. Being beautiful is not because you have the perfect body. Being beautiful is because you smile a lot and when you heart really does kindness.”
She nodded, she laughed, and she went outside to ride the bicycle.