But if I had a daughter, a young woman
I saw drowning in needless pain,
I would say to her:
Are you certain you would be happy,
you got him back,
or he wanted you back,
or you lived somewhere else
or you were someone else
or were taller, shorter,
thinner, stronger, weaker
anyone, anywhere, anytime
Sorry, but you are you. Be you.
Insist upon yourself. Be fierce
in your resolve. Men are in awe
of fierce women, really.
Take back your heart.
It belongs to you alone.
You do not need to be fixed, so don't
look for someone else to do the job.
Remember: "You're only pretty as you feel,
only pretty as you feel inside."
And on that there are no limits
except the ones you create.
But then, I never had a daughter,
so what do I know?