Where did the wonder go, I wonder, how
Did what they say become so powerful?
Where did you learn you were not perfect?
What stretch of the imagination makes
You believe you are fat? What voices speak
In that lovely adolescent head, what
Do they say that makes you hate your lovely
Self? No enemy is there I can fight,
No dragon for your protector to slay,
Only other little girls who torture
You with their own sickness, with their own grief,
With their own fear. Only you can fight them,
Only you can protect yourself from them,
Only you and the strength I failed to give
You somehow in my will to make all right.
It is the poison in my person, my
DNA I unwitting gave to you
That makes you learn to love yourself only
By the most difficult path. I would have
Spared you this were it given me to spare.
Know then that this, too, shall pass, little one.
May happier times begin and sad times be done.
If it is any comfort, and I know
That it is not, I would not trade my own
Hell-on-earth childhood for another one,
For without it I would not be who I am,
And you would not be who you are, and you
Are absolutely, positively perfect.
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