"Real women don't look like that."

[ellajam]

"
I’d never tell you how proud I was
that you were better than, tougher than
Mr. Clean loving, lipstick pushing, boob-job junkies.
There is a part of my heart
that slips down past my lungs
and under my belly
when I see your shame or
uncertainty
at a joker-perfect smile."

I loved the whole poem, especially the bluntness of the above in the middle of all your well turned lines. I find this disconnect really relatable.

"My small left breast wonders
if your crooked nose will forgive itself"

is a real standout line for me.

You've expressed beautifully the conflict and grief when a parent reveals themselves to be less than we thought. Thanks