The Young Mother

Madalyn Chaney

Short, mousy brown hair,

Astigmatism burdened hazel eyes,
A “huge Hughes” noce, ears that stick out the smallest of a fraction
The size 11 shoes on your size 11 feet
The thick leg hair that grows up your calves and thighs
All on a 5’11 plus-sized frame

You’ve hated it all at one point or another
Dyed your hair blonde, dark auburn, a blue-black
Contacts to replace your metal frames
Diets and workouts
Contouring, haircuts and styling to hide behind
Size 10 1/2’s to look more petite
Waxing and shaving
All of the pain that comes along with being “woman”

Nothing has worked. Nothing will work.
You’ve given up on changing
On trying to learn to love
What you see in the mirror

How can you expect anyone else to,
If you can’t?

How do you expect her to?
This tiny human you’ve created.
When she’s watched you her whole life?
Putting yourself down?
She will grow up just like you did.
Learning to shove herself into a box,
One she may not be able to fit into.

So, do better. Be better.
If not for yourself, then for her.