The Skinny Club, by ROSIEANN
Little girl
I look at you
and see your beauty,
not just that radiance
shining from your
pure heart
and innocent soul
but your pretty face
and already curvy body.
You are only six,
with deep dark eyes
and a dimpled smile that lights up
my darkest day.
You are taller
and a little "thicker"
then all the other little girls in your class,
they have a "skinny club"
and you were not invited to join.
Yesterday a chubby little boy
called you fat,
when you were trying to eat your lunch.
I bet it was hard to swallow after that attack.
I hugged you when you told me,
and I fought back my tears.
There were enough of yours
dripping off your silky cheek,
and on to my shoulder.
I wish you could see,
how older boys look at you,
and if you could hear complete strangers
whisper in my ear
what a beauty you are.
I wish you didn't have to know
jelousy and envy
at such a tender age.
Insecurities
casting you outside
the magic circle of "thin"
where skinny is princess
and thick girls are made to feel abnormal.
I wish you could see your hair
flowing thick and reddish gold
and I wish you did not long for,
tresses short, thin and straight.
It seems to be the fad
with the "skinny club"
You told me
you wanted to hide your legs
"mommy" you said so sadly
"they are just too chunky"
and I looked at your legs,
marvelous and strong,
and I wondered
just who, or what
is making you feel so bad
about your body?
Why do you feel
at the age of six
the sum of your parts,
equals your whole?
You are so beautiful.
I just wish you could see it.
And quit looking at yourself
through the harsh eyes of others.
Maybe,they are not quite as loved
as you are.
I think their actions show it.
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