The day it’s too late is the day she runs into the kitchen shouting:
“Mama, mama, I’m fat!”
And all you can say is:
“Who told you that? They’re wrong.”
But she won’t believe you. She won’t believe you ever again. Because you’re her mother, and you have to tell her she’s beautiful. No matter what the truth is, she won’t believe it.
And so at night you cry for the loss of another little girl.
Taken from you by magazines and pop culture and television – and never to realize that it’s all fake until long after it matters.
All just one reason we live in a world of depression.