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cherie - my father told me i was fat lyrics
my father told me i was fat. and lazy. and stupid
i combated my father’s words with words of my own, hiding in my room while my chubby eight-year old fingers scribbled out poems and stories. the words i’d written would lay about me on my bed – my shield and protection to help get me through the night
but by each new morning, my father’s words would shake me awake. the words fat, lazy, and stupid would echo through my head, until i finally opened my eyes and saw that they were true. i would hurry out of bed and destroy all the words i’d written the night before
this same routine of verbal -ssault went on through my teens, and into womanhood. they shaped my mind, spirit, and vision. when i looked in the mirror i really did see that stupid, lazy girl my father saw
and yet each night, i would write. i’d write as if my life depended on it. from time to time i would even read over my words and think they were pretty good. but as soon as this thought fought its way into my brain, my father’s words would chase it away
and yet each night i would find comfort in the words i’d write. as if all my emotions could be wiped clean with a stroke of my pen. i carried self-doubt with me like a favorite blanket. i wrapped myself in it each time i met a new man or had a new opportunity p-ss my way. and i still destroyed my writing, because that way, i told myself, no one could tell me how bad i was
the possibility that it might just be my father who had the problems didn’t occur to me until i was 31, and received a phone call that after years of alcohol abuse he had taken a gun to his head and ended his life. he was gone, in an instant
his words remained behind, but i knew then they didn’t have to define me. like i had done so many nights before, i sat down and wrote. i filled notebooks upon notebooks about my father, my life, and my faith. and this time, i awoke in the morning to read them again. i decided it was silly and shameful to throw my words away
as years went by i was amazed at how prolific a writer i really was. i decided that i would publish my poetry just for the sake of showing myself that i was over my father’s words, so much so that i was willing to put my most private emotions on paper for anyone that cared to read them. i knew then it didn’t matter if people didn’t like what i wrote. i’d still just keep writing
and this i believe: that my father’s lie has vanished, and that fat, lazy, stupid girl has an intelligence, spirit, and beauty all her own
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