Hi everyone, I am not sharing my opinions this time, but I will next time okay! Instead, I am posting a short story that I just wrote related to this discussion, I hope that everyone likes it and finds it an appropriate addition
~*THE GIRl NEXT DOOR'S PRAYER~
"Hi God, it's Sara, remember me?" her soft voice quivered in despair. "I'm the one who prayed to you for straighter teeth when I was 10, for larger breasts when I was 13, for you to make me Miss Popularity when I was 15 and prom queen when I was 17, and for thinner hips and thighs when I was 19, remember me now Lord?" the now old in her shoes 24 year old sighed. "You've never answered my prayers, and to this day I don't understand why, why I am forced to be the cute "girl next door," why I have to be me, when you and I both know that's not good enough. But, I have one last favour to ask of you, one last attempt, before I completely give up. I know that you're very busy and all, but, please God, please make me beautiful." Hastily, Sara shouted forth demand after demand to God, and He, patiently, listened until she was finished. "God! I want long, sexy legs like Naomi Campbell's, long flowing, blonde hair like Christie Brinkley's - most men prefer blondes afterall, I want Helena Christiansens' small, perfect nose, I want a thin waist like Kate Moss', sculpted, sunken cheekbones like Christy Turlington's, I want a mole placed perfectly on my face just like Cindy Crawford's - I want to be unique just like her, and to have Pamela Anderson Lee's breasts and her full, pouty lips and make them look real! Do you hear me God? For once in my life, I want to be beautiful, so that a man, any man would love me, so that I could love myself. I you answer this one prayer, I promise to never ask for anything again." And so, once Sara had finished her lengthly list of all the things that she wanted God to change, He answered her prayer, and with an instant Sara became everything that she had hoped for. In excitement, she raced to the mirror, and saw that her prayer was indeed, finally answered! She became every woman who has ever graced the cover of a magazine, every model who has walked down a runway, every glamourous actress who shone bright on the movie screen, she was everything that society wanted her to be, finally free of the ugliness and loneliness that held her heart captive for so long. Without hesistation, Sara grabbed her purse, rushed out the door, and partied until dawn, flirted with many men at the bar, was asked out for many dates and received many jealous stares from the other women. No man cared about the person on the inside or her thoughts when she tried to have a conversation with them, they were all over her, drooling over her beauty. They refused to see the real Sara. But, that didn't bother her in the least, it was worth it to finally receive the attention and acceptance that she had waited her entire life for.
When it was time to leave, Sara said her goodbyes, blew kisses and handed out her number to many men, she took a taxi home and the driver said "for such a pretty lady, the cab fare's on me." Smiling, she walked into her apartment and skipped to her bathroom mirror to get another look of her new beauty. She thought to herself: "it will be like this for the rest of my life now! Happiness! Finally, I am beautiful!" Staring once again, into the mirror, looking deep into her own eyes, reflecting back the window into her soul, a reflection that never lies, Sara no longer recognized herself, her very own spirit. Her eyes were blank, they possessed an emptiness just like everybody else's. All of her intelligence, dreams, fond memories, achievements, uniqueness...the very essence of who she was had vanished. Still, with all this beauty, now a "perfect" woman, Sara had become drop dead gorgeous with long curled lashes, perfectly applied makeup, long beautiful blonde locks, a size 2 body wearing the latest designer fashions...but, it still couldn't hide the expression of a sad heart. Now, Sara mournfully sings a prayer, begging God to make her the girl next door again. Instead of crying for the person that she was, Sara now sits alone, still unloved, crying for the person that she has become, no longer unique, no longer Sara. The years have passed, and now all Sara receives is silence, forced to live trapped in this mold of beauty. I guess God knows what he's doing afterall.
*By Melissa Honeybee*
[This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 06-19-2000).]