What If We All...?

Being Martin Luther King, Jr., Day, I took the day off from school, and both my parents were home, so we had "family walking time" at the mall, early in the morning when no one was there. No time to make sure my hair was okay. As soon as we all woke up, I grabbed my iPod, put on my tennis shoes, and rushed straight to the mall. Around 10am, we decided to watch Paul Blart: Mall Cop at the movie theater in the mall. While waiting in line for tickets, I saw a fine young man, wearing a sky blue Hurley t-shirt and tight black jeans, his auburn hair styled somewhat in a Mohawk with bangs swept to the side just barely touching his eyes. Seeing that, I looked sadly at myself, no lip gloss, in my old sweats, and my sweaty hair matted to my face...I was a disaster. And I was at the mall! I muttered an "oh well" in my head and tried to quit looking at people, holding an "if don't see them, they don't see me" attitude.

After the movie, we went to the post office to mail my grandma's birthday present. The people there were mostly older people probably wearing whatever they woke up in. Then I thought to myself, "What if we all didn't care about what we looked like? What if we all could just go out wearing our comfy sweats and no one cared about it? Then people would be more focused on the personality rather than what they look like."

Teens can be so caught up in outward appearance sometimes. My dad said that he once was the same way. He said that teenagers always think that people are always looking at them, but in reality, no one really cares.

Like what Grace said in an old blog, beauty is in the heart. Like mannequins...they're stylish, but they don't have any heads.