Valuing strength above all, she saw no worth in me.
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“It’s ok dear let mama carry the groceries.” -- Anon Guest
Life is long, and full of struggles. There are many mountains to climb in the span of a lifetime, and I shall do many great deeds. This, I know in my heart of hearts. You may call me prideful, but I name myself 'motivated'.
You, who scoff and sneer at me. You, who judge me by my size. You, who mock my command of your language. You will see my victories.
Behold! That burden which pains you is most the size of my body, but I can carry it nonetheless! I am worth more than your simple evaluation of my accomplishments to date. I am strong! I am capable. I can ease your strife with my strong arms.
"Thanks darling," Mama put the single bag of groceries into the back of the car. "You're such a big help for such a little bean[1]."
Again. The dreaded diminutive. I may be small, but I have conquered more obstacles than you, the Matriarch, can comprehend! Why, I have conquered the park's climbing gym more times than you cared to observe.
No matter how often I called for your observation of my victories.
You disappoint me. You, with your "alley oop"s when you know I am perfectly capable of climbing into my seat all by myself.
You with your "whoopsy daisy"s when I have grievously injured my knees in battle with my enemy, concrete. I have fallen many times, and I still return to my feet.
And still, despite everything I prove to you. Again and again. You attempt to poison my food. I am well aware of you.
No vegetable shall pass these lips!
[1] As an enby person, I am trying to find genderless alternatives to everyday gendered expressions. I linguistically devolved "human being" to "hoomin bean" and abbreviated it to "bean" as a replacement for boy/girl.
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