This is about the
self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns
in.
About women who will prowl 30
stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but
haven't a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy,
wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath
those 2 pretty syllables.
This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach
me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging,
“Mom, will I be pretty? Will I be
pretty?”
I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick
and answer,
“No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything
you will be, and no child of mine will be contained in five
letters. “You will be pretty intelligent,
pretty creative, pretty amazing. But you, will never
be merely
'pretty'.”
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