So perfect

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Hating to admit it, I have felt it

Not as an adult, but as a child

I was the dumpy one, overweight

My sister, made to perfection

Every Friday mother went shopping

And, every Friday she would say

"Go check your room, I bought you something"

And me?  I would check,  nothing

Little sister  was the doll, she could dress up

For me, the "chubby department"

Never had anything frilly

Besides, mother could not choose the size

Every Friday, I dreaded those words

Somehow, I felt resentment at my sister

and my mother

As a child, you don't understand

I think this carries over into adulthood

But, a lesson to be learned

I was taught, never to treat my children differently

And never to make them feel anything less than perfect

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