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The Little Girl
Would you like to know something?
You make me feel horrible about myself half the time I’m around you
I know you don’t mean to do it on purpose
Or at least I hope you don’t
But you still do it
You say innocent comments about my looks or weight
And it makes me feel horrible
You say things should fit me since they fit you when you were pregnant
You say I should go to the gym
You say I should go on a diet
Sometimes you even say I should stop being so lazy
But those words have messed me up
I don't eat lunch at school now anymore
I starve myself because I eat too much
And sometimes eat to little
Because I'm always trying to watch what I eat
One of my friends has noticed this
She was concerned
And so she'll try to make sure I eat
It’s nice
She’s noticed and is worried about me
While my old friends didn't noticed I stopped eating until weeks later
So now I try to bring a small snack to eat so she doesn't get to worried
It’s nice to have someone worry about me
It’s wrong to think that
I know
But
With you I know you don’t worry about me
You care about me
Yes but
I know I’m not your greatest concern
You don’t worry about me like you used to
If you were to leave me alone for a month
I would be perfectly fine without you
It’s good that I’m independent
I know but sometimes
I just want my mother with me
But the thing is
You don’t notice that
You notice when I’m mad
You notice when I’m quiet
But you don’t notice when your words hurt me
Because honestly
You make me feel horrible about how I look
When I look in the mirror
I just see all the ugliness in me
Since I was nine
You've made me feel ugly
Since I was nine
You’ve made me feel fat
Since I was nine
You’ve made me feel disgusting
I look at old photos from when I was younger
And think about how I felt at that time
Wow
You made me feel ugly when I was pretty
I looked perfectly healthy
Yet you made me feel like otherwise
You made me feel to big
Looking at those photos now
Make me feel horrible about the little girl inside
The little girl who felt fat
The little girl who felt ugly
The little girl who felt like no boy could ever love her
I still feel like that little girl
You have scarred me emotionally so much
But you don’t even realize it
I don’t think you meant to
But you did
You make me feel like I’m not enough
Even now I feel like a disappointment
Except now
I’m competing with a four year old
And somehow I’m losing
Somehow in four years of life
My little sister
Has become everything you have ever wanted in a daughter
Somehow her little spoiled rotten princess attitude
Makes her the perfect daughter
I know I should be glad that Abigail has lived up to your expectations
And I am
But the little girl in me who wanted to make you proud
Is hurt
Because the little girl in me has never seen you look at her
With proudness in your eyes
Like you do for her sister
That little girl is hurt
But the girl I am now?
I’m numb to it
I’m used to
I know I'm the disappointment
I expects nothing else from myself then to disappoint you
I know I will never live up to your expectations
But not the little girl
The little girl still wants to make you proud of her
But that little girl will never be enough for you
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Many people who have read this poem so far have mainly focused on my insecurities about my weight and looks. But that's not what I wanted this poem to be about. It's about never being enough for my mother. It's about wanting to be enough for her. It's about wanting her to be proud of me, but that I will never make her proud.