Have you ever wondered how your life would be if you were somebody else? I have, and it takes courage, empathy, and acuity to fully understand what another person is going through in their life. I have the inane ability to create figments of reality about myself being someone else. I have wondered how would it be like to be indubitably pretty. I picture myself being the girl who is confident, popular, preppy, somewhat testy, and surprisingly smart. In my mind, she is perfect and has not experienced any of the humiliations that I have. It pains me to think of myself as a travesty of her image, but that is all I am. A nerdy girl in school, her glasses falling from her nose, thinking about how her alter ego could conquer the world. But I never thought that she suffered too. She is reputed to be a loose woman and others' jealousy enervate her confidence, but she has a penchant need for attention and, for that, she won't stay away from those who hurt her. She is fecund, very capable, but she fears that her intelligence will turn her into someone else. A pretty girl in school, her popularity falling apart, fearing she will become someone like me. I won't judge her because she wouldn't be able to walk a day in my shoes, because I know I wouldn't be able to walk in hers either. But I hope that now that I understand her life, I get to walk with confidence that she has.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Have you ever wondered how your life would be if you were somebody else? I have, and it takes courage, empathy, and acuity to fully understand what another person is going through in their life. I have the inane ability to create figments of reality about myself being someone else. I have wondered how would it be like to be indubitably pretty. I picture myself being the girl who is confident, popular, preppy, somewhat testy, and surprisingly smart. In my mind, she is perfect and has not experienced any of the humiliations that I have. It pains me to think of myself as a travesty of her image, but that is all I am. A nerdy girl in school, her glasses falling from her nose, thinking about how her alter ego could conquer the world. But I never thought that she suffered too. She is reputed to be a loose woman and others' jealousy enervate her confidence, but she has a penchant need for attention and, for that, she won't stay away from those who hurt her. She is fecund, very capable, but she fears that her intelligence will turn her into someone else. A pretty girl in school, her popularity falling apart, fearing she will become someone like me. I won't judge her because she wouldn't be able to walk a day in my shoes, because I know I wouldn't be able to walk in hers either. But I hope that now that I understand her life, I get to walk with confidence that she has.
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