Then all went on their knees, and holding out their arms cried, “O Wendy lady, be our mother.”
“Ought I?”Wendy said, all shining. “Of course it’s frightfully fascinating, but you see I am only a little girl. I have no real experience.”
“That doesn’t matter,” said Peter, as if he were the only person present who knew all about it, though he was really the one who knew least. “What we need is just a nice motherly person.”
“Oh dear! Wendy said, “you see I feel that is exactly what I am.”
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you."
It is amazing to me just how deceiving hollywood’s depiction of beauty is… And how it advertises such a false idea of what is attractive or unattractive. As women, it all seems to narrow down to pleasing men. Being lovely in his eyes. But I find it awfully surprising at what the opposite sex deems as lovely… We THINK they only focus on size, and proportion, beautiful features, etc. But we don’t give them enough credit. They value a sweet spirit. A girl who is encouraging others while also growing constantly herself. Similarly, it seems to be such a lie that we will only gain confidence in ourselves as women once we have perfected our appearance. Too often I find myself believing lies such as once I know what I’m going to wear, or, once I clear up my skin, or once I purchase this or that … Then I will be content. Truth is, I’m not happy or at peace with myself when I’m chasing after unrealistic ideals of perfection, or indulging in new things.
I’m most content when I put my time and efforts into creating beautiful things. Making art. Organizing and cleaning my space. Improving who I am in the way I treat my family… in the way I approach my school work.
…In the way I attempt to achieve excellence.And most importantly, through the way I learn to love others.