Pretty
This week in the hall at school, there were a lot of children going to and fro in class lines. I ended up walking next to one young class. A little girl looked up and me and said something that I wasn't sure I heard correctly, so I said, "Excuse me, I didn't hear you." So she said. "You're pretty." "I think I look like you, don't you?" I said, "Yes. I think we do look very much alike and you are pretty." I said it mostly for her. Because she was. I wondered why I felt so strange saying what I said. "Pretty is as pretty does." That's one of the loops that's run through my head since I was very little. I wanted to be pretty, so did pretty. Sometimes I did ugly, but I felt horrible. So I tried to not do ugly anymore. It's not a bad goal to want to be pretty inside and out. Along the way, after all these years of practicing, I stopped looking at the outside. I started only seeing the i