I want to fly far away, to never never land where I’m not ashamed, where it’s OK to eat all sorts of things, not a humiliating dirty thing to do. I’d be beautiful and free and there’d be no scales, no mirrors. Never-be-hungry-land, never-be-judged land, never-be-Mom land, always-be-me land. Second star to the right and straight on till morning—is that how you get there? Oh, how lovely to fly! Think lovely thoughts!