Day Ten

Daughter

I came across a half written poem from a little while ago that I thought I would revamp and rewrite. Body hatred is something that I feel strongly about and especially as I have a daughter I want to not give her the legacy my mother gave me.



Legacy

I dress my daughter in
her skin. Perfection in
each chubby limb. Satsuma
juice runs down her chin.

She will not have a
maddening marriage
with the scales. At five my
mother deemed me
dieting fodder and
still I am espoused.

I rewrite the old story, each word
vibrates in my eyes - for
in her I see perfection
wiser than before.