“Oh my gosh she is soo ugly!” she shrieked.

“ I know right?” the other girls agreed, nodding their perfect petite bodies to the beat of the heavy music.

“Did you see what a freak she looks like in the new edition of Entertainment?” a shrill voice added.

She stares out the window out onto Laguna Bay. The sun setting into the beautiful sploshes of glowing orange and magenta swirling around the blue sky.  It’s been a long week. Taking shoots. Acting scenes. Shooting scenes. Having interviews. When was it going to be over? When would she finally deserve a break? Certainly LA was something she didn’t quite expect. Exhaustion grew in her, and she heaped onto the Lazyboy recliner nearby. Then with her stress bitten out nails she bent down to pick up the new Entertainment magazines she had delivered to her hotel every week. She closed her eyes. Does she want to know what people have to say about her? The imperfect, unimportant things that deep inside still bite at her heart? Bringing her nails to her tender lips she begins to chew nervously. One, two, three, and her eyes like butterflies flutter open. A sudden thrash of paper and she’s opened the magazine. It’s been more than a few times lately. People talking crap about her, making fun of how she looked when she was taken by surprise the paparazzi.

Yes, she indeed knew that everything had their consequences. But it didn’t mean that it was her fault that she chose this path. Everyone seemed to be ganging up on her because of her passion for acting. It was the one of the things that she loved dearly and held to her heart. She couldn’t have given up her talents or dreams, could she? Slowly and turning the page, she gasps and sees something that gives her the chills. No, no, no. This isn’t possible. Just when she thought she was having the worst time of her life, an actress she befriended on the show a few years ago was the star of this tabloid. As she read the three full pages of the dirty secret things that were not meant for the public to know, she felt hatred. Hatred, that no matter what her friend had tried to do, she was trapped.

Her friend was someone with low self esteem, and with the help of some magazines and a haters, all it took her was down that roller coaster. They laughed at her because she was at the normal weight of a human being but a few pounds over for a model. They snickered at her because her face was a bit to round, instead of oval. They gossiped about her over the weekends because she had a weird sense of fashion, or that her breasts weren’t large of enough to be a beautiful woman that she actually was.

And now as she turned page after page. All she saw were the details of her friend’s plastic surgery treatments. But yet still there were hate comments, commenting how much she was a fake and a replica of a Barbie doll.

She felt something red boil inside her, then cool down to a low blue, and then to a dark grey. Where was she when her friend was bullied or when she felt trapped? This was her moment to finally change something that mattered. She wasn’t going to allow people step over her or her friend for instance. Something needed to change, and fast.

She finally realized something.. that some people would always hate no matter what,  no matter what she did, there were always going to be haters… if she went one way, people wouldn’t agree, if she went the other way, people still would hate. Why waste time? Why worry so much? Just give it up, she thought, she would  do what she wanted to do. She wouldn’t care about what others thought, said, or acted. She would do what would be right and the best for her. The bickering of unwanted criticism flew out of her soul. She sighed, and slowly  breathed all her stress away. She was going to start a petition.

“ Hello? Can I talk to President…..”


Often we care too much about what others think about us, that we forget to enjoy ourselves and do things that benefit ourselves. All we hear is hate and negative comments. In the past year, I have lost a lot of confidence to all those people who do not understand that the words or influences they have on others. It saddens me, when even my friends make rude comments sometimes. Since I have gone through the pain of losing my confidence and my dignity, I understand that thinking before you act will do a lot for our society. So many people, especially teenagers feel terrible about themselves due to others actions or words they say. So next time, you want to make a remark, just remember, are you going to potentially hurt someone?

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