Enjoyed working with you Brenda

A nice little piece about innocence lost. I never dressed up as a little girl as I was too busy being a tomboy climbing trees and building camps so I missed out on the red lipstick Its sad but the men that treat women badly probably wouldn't care if it happened to a female relative because they have no respect for women. Descent men treat all women in their lives with respect. Well done to you both. Milly x

Ahh, I can remember playing dress up with my mum's lip...

anyway! A telling write here, ladies. I suppose the details of why women dress up is often lost on the young. When you are small, you just want to be a lady like your mum. Unfortunately, when women apply make-up and high-heels, the boys (who are now men) instantly sexualise them and view them as objects far too often. What they never seem to realise is that more often than not, women dress up for themselves...not for men's viewing pleasure.

Well done.

Thanks Milly and Ben most definitely true unfortunately

Like Ben, wearing lipstick was one of my favourite past times. However, Ben's confession is in the present tense, so maybe he still likes to don a bit of lippy?

Ladies, this collaboration from you is very good. Innocence of children has been spoilt by monsters in society. Now monsters are not just the abusers, they are any one who exploits the innocent. Media has a lot to be blames for. We are fed from children by this twisted institution. It is no wonder we have a warped sense of the world.

Thank you for highlighting this.

Take care,

Michael x

Black... :)

Edit: Brenda - so true. About a year ago, I saw a little girl - no more than 9 - wearing a thong on the beach!

I did a course on sexual exploitation. It was rather eye opening!!
Ben that's awful.

Hahaha this is like a time machine. .It brought me in the past. .... I use to do it also with my sister. ..and asked her "why you're wearing moms shoe's? " just like the kiddy vitamins commercial. ..and I am wearing my dad's boots then. ...hahaha lol

Oh Ladies!!!

Wonderful! this was a precious read!!

Thanks all

Beautiful write. It really sucks things didn't work out with my dad and a woman whose name I wont say online. She was one of the few people in my childhood who made me feel special. Who let me play dress up with her heels. Who actually talked to me. Most of my childhood was spent being ignored. Sorry I am rambling, your poem really hit home. Thanks for sharing.