I found this article online that had given me a beacon of hope in my life. It made me realize that being a Cinderella without the glass slipper is perfectly alright. I admit, that when my best friend looks dressed to kill on a Friday night, I look less than hot and more than subtle. Gimme some credit, I do bare some skin. I'm flat-chested, I only brush my hair when I spot my comb somewhere in the condo, I don't go to the dermatologist , there are times I'm too lazy to wax my legs and I don't use foundation with my make-up because I feel like I'm laying cake on my skin.
I have my best features, though I won't say which. I'm quite proud of them, including my flaws. Compared to my best friend who can afford to shop in the trendiest boutiques, I just rummage in my mom's closet and steal some pieces from my sister, and voila! I have my skills, my outspoken and frank behavior, and my values.
Thank you, Walter Kirn, for writing this realistic and eye-opening article, for all those Barefoot Cinderellas out there.
2008-06-01 @ 12:43