Every individual is beautiful in their own way, including newborns with their unique features.
In 2018, Angelica entered the world, bringing immense joy to her family. Her delicate facial features and a heart-shaped port-wine stain made her even more special. While her family embraced her beauty, not everyone appreciated the uniqueness of her birthmark.
Angelica’s mother, Marianna Bowering, shared that while their family adored her daughter just as she was, some strangers online felt entitled to make cruel comments about Angelica’s appearance.
“The worst comment I’ve received online was from someone asking if her face had been pressed onto a skillet, essentially saying her face looked grilled,” Marianna told The Mirror.
Marianna also recalled times when Angelica was labeled “hideous” or described as a “defect.” These remarks were deeply hurtful and added to the challenges the family faced. Despite the negativity, they remained determined to shield Angelica from the impact of such cruelty and to help her embrace her unique beauty.
To instill confidence and self-love in her daughter, Marianna took an extraordinary step. Inspired by Vascular Birthmark Awareness Day, which encourages participants to paint a heart on their cheek, she decided to replicate Angelica’s birthmark on her own face using makeup.
“I initially painted a heart as part of my makeup look, but then I thought, why not go all out and recreate Angelica’s port-wine stain?” Marianna shared with The Epoch Times.
However, not all reactions were positive. Remarks suggesting the mark would fade over time or that Angelica could conceal it with makeup as she grew older left Marianna heartbroken. These comments reminded her of society’s rigid standards of beauty and the pressure to conform.
Determined to counter this, Marianna and her family encouraged Angelica to embrace her individuality. On occasion, Marianna would even decorate Angelica’s birthmark with glitter to celebrate its beauty.
“Thankfully, tests have shown Angelica is completely healthy,” Marianna said, acknowledging that children with similar birthmarks can sometimes face health concerns like glaucoma. “We just need regular check-ups to monitor her health, particularly her eyes.”
Angelica is now thriving, surrounded by love and support that teaches her to appreciate her uniqueness. Her story is a reminder that beauty comes in many forms and that self-love is a powerful gift.
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The Gift of Fido
The silence in my small house had grown louder with each passing year. Old and alone, the days stretched out, often indistinguishable from one another. I thought about getting a dog, a creature that would fill the emptiness, a warm presence against the encroaching quiet.
One chilly afternoon, shuffling through the familiar streets, I saw him. A small, scruffy shape huddled near a bin, dirty and clearly hungry. He looked up as I approached, his eyes wide but without fear. I knelt down slowly, offering a tentative hand. He didn’t flinch. I stroked his matted fur, spoke softly to him. When I stood up to leave, he simply followed, a silent, trusting shadow.
Now, he is my dog. My Fido. I am his human, his owner, though it feels more like we own each other. The silence is gone, replaced by the soft pad of his paws, the occasional sigh, the happy thump of his tail against the floor.
I talk to him constantly, sharing my thoughts, my worries, the mundane details of my day. He answers in his own way – a tilt of the head, a soft whine, or his favorite response, a vigorous wash of my hand with his rough tongue.
“Fido,” I’d told him just the other day, the worry etching lines deeper into my face, “tomorrow we won’t have anything to eat. The retirement money is gone, finished. We’ll have to wait until pension day!” He just licked my hand, as if to say, “We’ll figure it out, together.”
And then that blessed day arrives. I join the queue, a line of fellow retirees, each clutching their worn pension book, shattered by time and use. My own is tight in my hands, a thin lifeline. Fido, tied patiently nearby, shakes himself happily, a little dance of anticipation. He knows this day. He knows that today the bowls will be fuller, the meal a little richer, a little better than the thin gruel of the days before.
Winter arrives, wrapping the house in its cold embrace. Without a fire, the air bites. But Fido is there. Curled tightly against my legs on the worn armchair, or tucked beside me in bed, his small body is a furnace, a constant, reliable source of warmth that chases away the chill. He is more than just a dog; he is my living, breathing blanket against the cold world.
The first hesitant rays of spring find us sitting outside, bathed in the gentle warmth of the returning sun. We sit in comfortable silence, simply existing, together, grateful for the light, for the warmth, for each other. And from deep within my heart, a simple prayer is born, a quiet whisper of profound gratitude: “Thank you, Lord, for creating the dog.” For creating Fido, who found me when I was alone, and filled my life with warmth, conversation, and unwavering companionship.
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