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Amy. Four years old. Walks in. Gabs a snack, and sits in my lap. I saw the first tear. I knew that look. I had seen it in the mirror. She isn't perfect. But neither are you. Why point out something that is obvious in everyone? At four years old. She already is doubting herself.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
Something that Depresses Me
Amy. Four years old. Walks in. Gabs a snack, and sits in my lap. I saw the first tear. I knew that look. I had seen it in the mirror. She isn't perfect. But neither are you. Why point out something that is obvious in everyone? At four years old. She already is doubting herself.
Crying because she was told she wasn't beautiful, and that she needed to loose weight. At FOUR YEARS OLD.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
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