Because beauty sometimes skips a generation.
When you showed her a photo of yourself at her age, she said, "I'm sorry."
She came home with a Valentine from every boy in her class. In November.
You find yourself reaching out to her for makeup tips. And then you remember she's not wearing any because she's twelve.
She was named "Prettiest Girl" in the high school yearbook. Again, she's twelve.
She won a beauty pageant by word-of-mouth.
When giving you a hug she says, "You're the prettiest Mommy in the whole wide house!"
SOMEHOW her face is on a f**king billboard.
Your daughter's name is Bianca and the next thing you know, everyone in the nation is getting her haircut and calling it The Bianca.
At the supermarket, strangers stop you and say, "She's SO BEAUTIFUL! Is she adopted?!"