We are going shopping this morning, my daughter and I.
I will walk beside her tall lithe figure feeling slightly worn and shrunken. I
will notice the appreciative glances all the boys give her, while she tells me she
is grotesque. I can only be stunned, but next to her petite and anorexic
looking friends her 5 foot, 10 inches make her feel like a giant.
She is looking for something to wear today, but all her clothes seem to belong
to somebody else, another smaller girl who she feels has betrayed her. Her
frustration is palpable. I curse fashion and society and being fourteen. She
shakes her mane of dyed brown hair over her shoulders, steps out of her room
and even wearing all black as she tries to shrink herself, we can all see that
she is a goddess. One day perhaps she will see it too.
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