I think a lot about how We all grew up Around unhealthy things Without ever realizing that they were Just that: Unhealthy My father smells like teriyaki And cigarettes So much that the smell of smoke Became synonymous with, ¡°Daddy¡¯s home.¡± Instead of the sound Of failing lungs in the other room I guess that¡¯s why The idea of smoking Doesn¡¯t terrify me as much As they all teach me it should And honestly, neither does That trail of silver smoke behind us For as long as I could remember I¡¯ve painted my nails and danced with my uncles at parties with a particular scent so much that I can say that I¡¯m familiar with the smell of alcohol I guess that¡¯s why The idea of drinking Doesn¡¯t scare me as much As I¡¯ve been taught it should And how honestly, neither does That last sip before the buzz I didn¡¯t have Barbie dolls growing up, But I still saw ¡°beautiful dolls¡± On TV and in books and advertisements And in a community where tiny was average Because smaller Meant prettier I guess that¡¯s why the sight of protruding bones doesn¡¯t daunt me as much as everyone else said it should and neither do the scars on my knuckles I think a lot about how we all grow up around unhealthy things and now I think about how unhealthy
I¡¯ve become.
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