I hope that you remember,
maybe once those tears have dried,
back when everything about you,
made you grin with beaming pride.
I hope you can recall one day,
the way that you’d profess
how you look so very beautiful
in your puffy princess dress.
Or how you looked just like your Daddy,
when you wore your favourite hat.
And how you looked so good each morning.
Simple. As. That.
I hope that older you,
sees the value from within,
Just like when you were little,
and secure in your own skin.
When your feet, tap-tap-tap,
ran so fast down the hall.
And you’d stop to shake your booty,
wearing not a thing at all.
Saying “Look at me, watch me go!”
“Look at me now!”
Then you’d catch your own refection,
and give a candid “Wow.”
I hope you never value
perfection over health.
Because you should never want to censor,
your body from yourself.
I hope you will remember,
how you felt so proud and strong
When I said you’re getting heavy,
as I carried you along.
Or how you’d lift your shirt way up high,
shout, “Come and get me Mummy!”
And then laughed with such delight,
as I kissed your lovely tummy.
I hope one day you’ll look at you,
the way you always did,
the way you thought you would forever,
when you were just a little kid.

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