I want to tell her: Take this off. It’s terrible

MY daughter’s Purim costume is hideous.

She chose it herself, each store-bought component: lurid pink princess gown, tacky and too childish, even for a seven-year-old; matching tiara with a pink blob of plastic for a gemstone; awful princess-jewelry set, complete with huge purple rosette clip-on earrings.

She admires herself in the bathroom mirror, while I stand beside her, poker-faced, silently cringing.

She has friends in her new school, sweet kids who like her, but maybe they’ll tell her it’s babyish? And there’s a nasty, jealous bully in the class who makes fun of everything. I’m scared for my daughter. This costume is risky.

Social acceptance. That’s what I want for my daughter.