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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

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



  1. This is so moving! I think we're all so affected by the messages we receive as children! I learned from my upbringing how important it is to be loving and gentle with my daughter. It's not the best way to learn a thing, to have to go through the dark side of it... Thanks for sharing!

  2. Thanks again for stopping by.

    You leave such nice comments and you encourage me.. That, is a good thing. It has been awhile since I have been in such a mood to write. I don't even know what my muse is. lol

    Thanks again