Dear daddy, How much do you love me? Am I perfect for you? Or do you need me to change some things? Is it my clothes that you hate so much? I can change them, My shirts can get tighter, or do they need to get baggier? Are my pants tight enough, or are they too loose? Is it my socks? I know they aren’t the whitest, But I could bleach them. Oh daddy, what is it? You still stare at me in disgust. Is it my hair? I know it’s not long, but it’s not short. Just tell me how long you want it to be. Is it the color of my hair? It could be redder. Or do you not like the color red? Daddy don’t just stand there, You make me sad. Tell me who you want me to be. Is it because I’m not smart? Is it how I speak? Or how I think? I can take classes for these. Daddy, tell me please. Can’t you see my eyes are flooding? Is it the boys I love? Or are they too much of men? I won’t love them daddy. Just stop standing there staring at me. I’ll change for you daddy, I promise you that. But if I don’t make it, then just remember, I love you too. Rachel Adams 04-04-05