loss of self worth. | willowdot21

Yes she is a beautiful child she has that look of innocence that drives men wild. She could make a fortune it is true but is it really the right thing to do.

She will love it all the fuss, the travel the treats the complements from all she meets. There is a future in photo modelling for her she has that presence that make all who see her stare.

What if she falls into the wrong hands there’s plenty out there who will misuse her beauty plenty who have nasty plans. No she will be fine no harm will come to this child of mine.

“Mummy , mummy can I go and play?” no my sweet not today. “Please mummy I want my friends to stay!” no you have wok to do send them away. “Please mum can I go to school I want to be with people my age I want to learn and play the fool.” No we have a teacher for you, there are adverts and film work for you to do.

photo credits http://www.artmajeur.com/

“Why can’t I have friends around that are my age I don’t the like photographers they rant and rage.” No I told you you are special your very precious. You don’t have time to skip and play face it sweetie your looks won’t last and you’ll be too tall one day!

We should get a couple more years fame at this rate we are clawing in the money she has time to be young later she can wait. Sadly, sadly that’s not true her childhood robbed and she becomes sad and blue.

Slowly all her ties get cut her friends grow few she is neither child nor adult too. The lines of age soon get blurred is she thirteen or 23and a third?

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Another form of abuse not quite so obvious but just as dangerous. The parents live their dreams and missed opportunities through their children. Not all but some, child models, child actors, child beauty queens loose their childhoods. They feel no worth unless they are being complimented . They are not balanced, being deprived of growing up through a childhood. Basically they are used as much as if they have been sold in to slavery. Sad little lost dolls.

The disappearing Act

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Haiku on losing your identity

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No let me do that for you

It is okay thanks I………..

NO! I will do it for you.

I shall walk then I have time

NO! I shall take you

I can walk…………. OH! okay fine.

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Am I invisible, am I still here. When did I become a child when did I succumb to fear. When did I start to melt into the wall when did I become no one at all. People pass me in the street they see me less than they see dirt beneath their feet.

No longer am I me, no longer capable of driving, cooking no longer able to run free.I feel I have become a ghost ,” let me help you ” are the words that grate the most.