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. . . My book Fierce Fairytales is out! You can order it here: http://hyperurl.co/FierceFairytales
Let him know he hasn’t won. Let him know by living well, loving well, setting alight the very idea that you would be lost without him. And when he comes around looking for the girl he once knew, hoping to find the tatters of you, savage his hopes by showing him how one loves someone like you, by loving yourself true.
Life is way too short to be caring about people who limit you, and all of the world is about holding onto ways to limit you, to harness you in, like you are a horse made for the breaking. So you know what you should do? Be difficult. Don’t let it tame you. Dress in whatever zany thing you want. Eat that extra bag of crisps. Go to the movies dressed as a fairy or a vampire or whatever you want. Society made you care way too much about how you look to other people without ever asking, well, how do you want to look to yourself. If the world keeps telling you who to be, turn around and show it who you are. And if people aren’t able to handle you being you and make fun of you, then that’s a reflection on how insecure they are to unapologetically be themselves. Not a reflection on the wonder, the fullness that is you.