Writing Prompts (and Random Thoughts)

Model

Pretty girls dashing down a catwalk, edges of too short dresses swaying behind and too tall stilettos clicking down the lane. Fancy people with flashing cameras sit in the audience, dying to catch a glimpse of the million dollar girl. Models too skinny to compare to a needle, gagging themselves at the football after-parties. Refusing to eat because they know if they gain one more pound they'll loose their job to the unrealistic priorities of America. They put on tight dresses and even tighter bikinis, influcing the children of the next generation to want to be skinnier than what the models are. American standards forced onto already beautiful girls for no apparent reason.

Enough

She is just as beautiful as the model over there. The girl who isn't skinny as a rod is beautiful, just as the model may be. I pity the women who must eat little to make money. Because I am going to eat a cheeseburger with fries and be beautiful doing so. Beauty isn't your shape or size or color or race or gender, it is your heart. If your heart is beautiful, you will be too.