Pretty Woman

I saw a woman on bart a few days ago. She sat there with lilac eyelids, compact in one hand and mascara wand in the other. I watched as she brushed her eyelashes for a good ten minutes, her hands precise, efficient, and fastidious. She squinted into the mirror, dectected an imprefection, and quickly fixed it. After her lashes were perfection, she gave her eyebrows a finishing sweep with the wand.

The bart stopped.

She snapped her compact shut and donned on a pair of heavy, oval glasses. Now, she no longer had to squint. Tossing everything into her bag, she stood up and left. I realized, as she walked passed me, that she really wasn't attractive. She had a faint double chin. Her underwear line showed through her black pants. But I wondered how long it took for her to put herself together that morning. What pains did she take to look like she did?

Then, I rediscovered a truth. Every girl--whether fat, petite, tall, or short--want to be considered beautiful. We add extra touches to ourselves to stand out. Rhinestone studs. A necklace. Charms.

All we really want is to be pretty. So, next time you see a girl, let it be a friend or friendly stranger, notice something about her and compliment it. Chances are she's been waiting the whole day for someone to notice.