A Letter to Society

Dear Society,

Look at yourself. Look at what you’ve done to this world. Look at what you’ve done to your people. Girls and boys are harming themselves because you tell them that they need to be a certain way to be happy. Look at them, they’re destroying themselves, just to make you happy. They hate themselves because they don’t have those shiny locks of golden hair, that stick thin body and clear skin that you keep telling them they need to have.

Think of all those amazing people you could’ve created if only you had been accepting. Think of all those people who could’ve changed the world if only you had told them that they could.

Because of you, when those people wake up in the morning and look at themselves in the mirror, they only see ugliness. They tell themselves that they’re not pretty, that they need to be pretty. They look at those perfect, photoshopped  models, that you show them and compare themselves. They try so hard to look like them, only to realize that they’ll never look how you want them to. They’re trying to make you happy, when they should be trying to be happy themselves.

Have you noticed this? Because I have. So, today, I have one request. Stop. Just stop it. Stop telling people that they need to be a certain way to be accepted. Stop telling them that they need to look a certain way to be pretty. Stop telling them to be someone they’re not. Stop showing them those gorgeous, photoshopped models that they will one day aspire to look like, but it won’t be possible, because it’s not real. But most of all, stop telling them that they’re not beautiful. Stop telling them that they’r not worth it, because they are. Every. Single. One of them, is amazing and wonderful and worth it.. So, stop telling them that they’re not and instead, show them the  beautiful people that they are.

Don’t put them down because of who they’re not, but make them feel loved because of who they are. Tell them they’re amazing. Encourage them to throw their heart into what they love to do, and tell them that they are beautiful because of who they are. Please.


Hey Dreamers! I hope you enjoyed that post. I know my last post was on the same topic. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately , and one day I came home and wrote this in my journal. I strongly believe that everyone in this world is beautiful and needs to feel beautiful, so I really wanted to post this. I hope you liked it and have a great day!

 

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CWWC #2 ~ Dear Vivian

Hey Dreamers! I’m here with the second challenge of CWWC. I had to delete the first one for personal reasons. I used all three prompts. Here we go:

Dear Vivian,

Last weekend, I visited our hometown, where we grew up together. The place was in ruins. It was horrible ViVi, seeing the place we grew up, burnt down. Tears well up in my eyes just by thinking about it. I’ve tried forgetting about it, but i can’t. I remember it vividly. It comes in my dreams sometimes. The flames spreading around town, people panicking, both of us trying to escape together. Nobody has cleaned up the ruins. They think it’s a waste. I had to go there ViVi, I had to see it again.

While I was there, I noticed a part of town which wasn’t  burnt. It was gloomy and dark. The trees had no leaves and grass was dry.

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It was so strange. The fire hadn’t affected this part of town at all. What was even weirder was that I didn’t remember this part of town. But, I had a nagging feeling that I had seen it before. I thought back. I thought for hours. Then I remembered. Oh, I wish I hadn’t remembered. We had tried to forget it so hard.

When we were twelve, we were walking around town distributing cookies, for a kindness campaign. We knocked on the door of a gray house. A young man opened the door. “Hi! We’re giving out cookies for a kindness campaign. Would you like chocolate chip, sugar or oatmeal?” you had asked. The man looked at us and with a sly grin he replied “how sweet! Please come in.”

“No that’s fine actually…”

“I insist”, he interrupted.

We went in with bright smiles on our faces, with no idea what we were getting ourselves into.

“Guys!” the man called out, “we have company”.

We looked at each other confused. The next second two other men came out.

“Wait, wha…”

They grabbed us and dragged us into the basement. I was terrified. When we reached the basement, they threw us in. We gasped at what we saw. There were other kids there. Their legs were chained and they looked like they had been starving.

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I was horrified. They were going to do the same thing to us. Suddenly, a phone rang. Irritated, one of the men picked it up. “It’s  from the boss”, he said “he needs all of us to discuss something.”

“You! Stay here”, grunted the other man.

As soon as the left, you started panicking. “We have to get out of here.” You were saying. You looked around and spotted a window. “We have to escape!” You said shaking me. Dropping the cookies, you ran towards the window.

“We can’t leave all these kids behind!” I protested.

“Yeah! take us with you”, a little boy said.

The other kids started protesting too, but you wouldn’t listen.

“I don’t care about them, I only care about us.” You said.

“Vivian!” I had screamed ” What is wrong with you? We are not going to leave them here to starve to death.”

Frustrated, you just sighed. I was releasing some of the kids, when we heard footsteps. Now I started panicking. “ViVi we have to go!”

We jumped out the window. One of the captured girls, came up to the window and tried to come out. The kidnappers were coming. We couldn’t risk it. You closed the window and I mouthed “I’m sorry”.

“You will regret this.” The girl shouted.

We ran away and we were safe.

I did regret it. The kids were innocent. We had a fight after that escape. I called you a coward for not wanting to rescue the kids. And you wanted to make it up to me. We stopped talking to each other. I want you to make it up to me now. I think that there are people working for the same person our kidnappers worked for.I think they’re still capturing kids. Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something. Tell the kidnappers, that what they’re doing is wrong. And tell the kids, that I’m sorry we couldn’t rescue the kids that were kidnapped before them and I tried my best. I want you to do this alone. I need you to do this alone because I want God to forgive you. God has forgiven me because, I tried to rescue the kids. You didn’t even care to help me rescue them. I know you’ve changed. I know that God will forgive you if you try. Just try to do this and you will be forgiven by God and we can be friends again. You’re their only chance of having a good life.

Your  friend,

~Hope

I hope you guys liked the post. It’s not the best piece of writing, but that’s how you learn. Bye!