Little girls are exclamation marks:
Me! Trees! Legs! Family! Sunlight! Stomach! Ice cream! Happy! Me!
Until they learn…”Beautiful”, “ugly”, “thin”, “fat”,
And then girls become question marks…
Beautiful enough? Thin enough? Sexy enough? Enough? Enough? Enough?
The question becomes a hunger, a feAR, a TERROR of “no”,
And soon we stop finishing our own sentences because
Half-existence is better than “no” existence.
And what would it take to let us find our exclamation marks again?
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Amazing insight. Let’s become exclamation marks again. Much better posture.
Yes! Let’s do it! Thank you so much, Friend.
🙁 It makes me so sad all the pressure put on people to look a certain way. Let’s totally straighten out those question marks into exclamation points!
Absolutely! It makes me sad, too.
Oh you said this so amazingly and beautifully! Feels true.
Thank you so much, P! I am so glad it feels true. It felt true to me, too.
You are most welcome Shelly.