That Bitch

Borrowed from another writer.......

I walked into the restroom at a local casino after dinner. A barely 21 year old was at the counter, using the mirror to finish off her outfit.

A quick glance at her too tight dress told me she was a go go dancer at the club. I hurried past her, feeling frumpier than before. She gave a side long look and went back to perfecting her make up.

Washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and caught her glare. Yeah yeah, I know, you're younger and hotter and sexier. Go ahead, feel superior, you are.

I struggled with the automated faucet and soap dispenser, and felt my face get more red the longer I stood at the sink.

That bitch, does she really need to keep looking over here?

I started to feel angry. Who did she think she was? Judging me, in the ladies bathroom, on a Thursday night. I wasn't trying to impress anyone. I couldn't look like her, so why was she rubbing it in?!

I glanced up at the mirror, and the harsh light revealed every imperfection I had. Finally, I returned her sneering gaze in my reflection and stood up straight to dry my hands.

She quickly looked down, "I'm sorry," she blurted out "I was just thinking I wish I had tits like those!"

I opened my mouth to retaliate -wait, what?! She wasn't looking down on me, she was envying me? I realized we had both stood there in silence, letting our looks intimidate each other.

When I finally came out of shock, I complimented her lovely skin, amazing legs and slim figure. She blushed back, saying five layers of make up kept her decent, and I looked naturally pretty in my bare face.

She looked back into the mirror and I thought she was going to cry. I knew that look. It was one I had given myself so many times over so many years. My heart broke a little. Somewhere in life, she had heard she wasn't good enough. And she believed it.

The exchange ended with a hug, my assuring her she was "absolutely beautiful" in full sincerity. I thought she was beautiful when I walked in, but I thought it angrily. I walked away realizing she was just as fragile, insecure and emotional as the rest of us. That she needed to hear she was OK just the way she was.

On my way out the main entrance, I took a moment to tell a young woman she looked really pretty in her dress. She was a little surprised at first, then smiled and thanked me.

I think women need to take more moments like that for each other. We shouldn't be going through our lives being angry at the beauty we see in each other, but letting each other know that we see that beauty in them.
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Amen - please people - it's kinda like trying to find the positives even in a negative situation - always look for the positive, the pretties, the good in others.  Stop focusing on the negatives, especially in your own self.