My friend’s eight year old daughter came up to…

My friend’s eight year old daughter came up to us when we were talking the other day looking extremely upset and sad. Apparently someone had told her, “oh you’d be so pretty it only you lost all this baby fat.” First of all, she’s eight. She’s a healthy kid who is extremely intelligent and when shes around she brightens the whole room because she’s such a happy child. I wrote this poem for her. And for all little girls out there facing the “pretty” label and being told what they should be to fit that very small limited mould. Don’t worry about what they think you should be. Be whoever YOU want to be.
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