Click clack went the heels down the hall. Every beat hit the floor in exactly four measures as the three girls walked down the halls with an air of both arrogance and entitlement surrounding their heads. They were royalty by the element of fear. Because people feared them and awed them they were popular. The ones who loathed them was only because they showed them that power and beauty were more important than intelligence and college. These were the girls who society would later hate and love for many different reasons.
Doctors would hate these girls because they would become models and fashion designers always telling normal sized girls that if they were as skinny as photo-shopped interpretations of women then they weren’t beautiful. They would hate these women because they would force other women to go on useless diets that never did anything to help them but only starved them and the longer these women stayed on the diets, the longer they thought they were ugly and so they will always starve themselves.
Men would fall over heels for these statues of narcissistic women as they could dream that they could be merely rich while these girls sat on the laps of their daddies knowing that they had all the wealth and would never have to lift a finger unless the economy would completely fall over itself and that somehow the politicians didn’t care for the wealthy and save them by giving them billions of dollars, which has yet to happen.
The women who were perhaps just a little too wide or didn’t fit the magazine/Hollywood glamour would want to kill these women every day for making them seem uglier and uglier as the day went by. They flaunt themselves in tight jeans and faux designer tops from JC Penny and they would wonder about how to sing, act or go into model careers, for these women never would dare use their brains and call these slightly plump women, fat. And never dare to turn around to see how these so called “fat” women cry and torment themselves until the day they die. For because they think they are ugly and fat they never go anywhere, and they never go anywhere because they keep to themselves and fail at everything they do and never get loved. Because they never get loved because they never go anywhere because they stay inside because they are ashamed that they can’t fit the magazines, they in their delusional thinking truly believe they can never love or be loved by anyone.
If the women with these high and mighty attitudes and these fashion advice from the depths of only seven to nine years of fashion magazines that change their minds every year, saw what they did to the insecure and knew that they were hated and cursed every day, would they feel the same way? Would they know to have a gentler approach? I don’t personally think so. I think they would toss their hair back and say “Oops I drop my cell phone.” And the nearest idiots would rush to her side and be her slaves just for one day and then they are forgotten underneath all that hair spray and perm-ing they do. Not to mention their little cute dogs who they carry around in $2000 purses that was paid for on the credit card that Daddy pays for and plastic surgery. For these vain girls also think they are ugly and because of that we show our briefest pity.
You may make fun of them but if you want to be one of them or not, they still influenced your thinking. You still keep your impressions of beauty, whatever beauty is as long as you know what it is influenced by. This is all I think when I hear those high heels clinking.
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