Monday, March 14, 2011


The media is a thing from hell. As she sits in the salon waiting for her sister, she is reading a magazine with an article about Natalie Portman. The girl is tiny, at least a size four. She thinks, "I wish I was that small." She knows she could be, or she couldn't be. The latter is more likely. Pictures like Natalie's just depress her. As if she doesnt have enough to deal with. She just wants so many things in life, above all to be confident in herself. She wants to be happy with her size, which she isn't right now. She wants to love her freckles and her frizzy, curly hair, not wish her face was smooth and clean and her hair was straight and beautiful. Really, the only thing she likes about herself is her eyes, and the way they sparkle when she is truely happy, which she hasnt seen in a long time. She sighs. What is she going to do?

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