Those words,
Punitive
Words.
Wishing violence
On her
Future self.
Cringe worthy,
Words.
Cruel,
Hateful,
Damaging,
Shaming.
From your
Grown-up mouth.
The balance of
Power,
Unequal.
Her heart,
Broken.
Choose your
Words more
Wisely
She won’t be a
Child forever.
Her damage
Traced
Right back
To your words.
And will you feel
Justified
When she
Fulfills the
Bad girl
Schema?
You told her
She deserved
Only the
Worst.
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
How very true and a great way to make the point x
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Not too subtle either, I’m hoping.
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Well.. it doesn’t pay to be about the importance of this xzxxx
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So true! I was in my 40s by the time I realized that the negative things my mother told me about my body were how she felt about herself.
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That’s so often the case!
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