Word Thirty-Four: Stars

Flick.

She clicked on the TV. It was Saturday afternoon, and the rain ended the nine-year-olds plans to spend the day outside with her friends.

Flick.

She changed the channel. Music pounded from the speakers of the television, models walked down a runway. Their faces were dejected, and the clothing (which was barely present) seemed to barely stay on their bodies.

Girl after girl, they all started to blend together in Hope’s mind. Each girl was tall. Skinny. Dejected. Clothes threatening to fall to the floor.

In that moment, Hope understood whom she shouldn’t follow the trends of the world.