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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


First Winter Snow, The (1976)
by Richard Brautigan

Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped

yourself in the wrong body. Twenty

extra pounds hang like a lumpy

tapestry on your perfect mammal nature.



Three months ago you were like a

deer staring at the first winter snow.



Now Aphrodite thumbs her nose at you

and tells stories behind your back.



Remember when dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a car game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and good byes only meant tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up.
— Unknown