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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=572688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Snow White's Acne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice,<br>or a fleck of her mother's red nail polish that had flaked off<br>when she'd patted her daughter to sleep the night before.<br>But as she scrubbed, Snow felt a bump, something festering<br>under the surface, like a tapeworm curled up and living<br>in her left cheek.<br>  Doc the Dwarf was no dermatologist<br>and besides Snow doesn't get to meet him in this version<br>because the mint leaves the tall doctor puts over her face<br>only make matters worse. Snow and the Queen hope<br>against hope for chicken pox, measles, something<br>that would be gone quickly and not plague Snow's whole<br>adolescence.<br>  If only freckles were red, she cried, if only<br>concealer really worked. Soon came the pus, the yellow dots,<br>multiplying like pins in a pin cushion. Soon came<br>the greasy hair. The Queen gave her daughter a razor<br>for her legs and a stick of underarm deodorant.<br>     Snow<br>doodled through her teenage years—'Snow + ?' in Magic<br>Markered hearts all over her notebooks. She was an average<br>student, a daydreamer who might have been a scholar<br>if she'd only applied herself. She liked sappy music<br>and romance novels. She liked pies and cake<br>instead of fruit.<br>  The Queen remained the fairest in the land.<br>It was hard on Snow, having such a glamorous mom.<br>She rebelled by wearing torn shawls and baggy gowns.<br>Her mother would sometimes say, 'Snow darling,<br>why don't you pull back your hair? Show those pretty eyes?'<br>or 'Come on, I'll take you shopping.'<br>    Snow preferred<br>staying in her safe room, looking out of her window<br>at the deer leaping across the lawn. Or she'd practice<br>her dance moves with invisible princes. And the Queen,<br>busy being Queen, didn't like to push it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denise+Duhamel">Denise Duhamel</a><div class=q>
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