My daughter was diagnosed with vitiligo about a year ago, and I truly think it's the most magical thing in the entire world. I'm honestly jealous of her spots, her fierce and obvious authenticity.
I decided ten minutes ago that I wanted to begin documenting it as a means of celebrating it over the years to come.
We always tell her she is more magical than a unicorn and closer to the animal spirits, because of her vitiligo. It's a gift, we say. A miracle.
I wanted to just capture her exactly as she is today: Two-day-old spring break braids, putting on her sandals in the afternoon light. And a few eyelashes dusted with constellations.