Becoming Girlhood » beauty
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How it Feels
I can’t tell you much about always. I can only tell you about seventeen years. -
The Presumed Worth of "Pretty"
If beauty is all we are meant for, we would not cry. We would sit with faces frozen into grimaces. We would never grow into wrinkles, I suppose. Our smiles would never give us crows feet. We would be perfect in that doll-like manner, pretty in that put-on-your-shelf way.