[about the sister of my friend]
All I know is that she's a pretty girl, and those are the sorts of people who get hurt so often. They're targets. We all worship them; just hold them up on a pedestal and stick them full of knives.
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Everybody hurts. Everybody bleeds. Some just hide it better than others.
ReplyDeleteAs another friend said so poignantly: "Like society has let you down by feeding you the lie that being beautiful solves those problems, when in reality, it doesn't."
ReplyDelete. . . but WE'RE society.
ReplyDeleteMy sister is beautiful. I am not. All my life, I've watched her get her heart broken by guys who wanted to be with her because she's beautiful and didn't care about the real her. So sure, she got hurt, and often.
But my heart broke, too, every time one of my friends met my sister and forgot who I was. It broke every time she met someone new and I remembered that I would never experience happiness like that, however fleeting. It broke when she got hurt. We, neither of us, escaped unscathed.
My mom keeps telling me I should get a nose job.
Those things sound unrelated.
ReplyDeletePerhaps.
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