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Ashella had dutifully helped Brietta and Edana get into their dresses for that evening 's festivities. Many times throughout the process she had to force herself not to giggle as her stepsisters asked for increasingly ridiculous elements to be added to their look. She had plucked their hairlines to give them a more prominent forehead. This of course, had led to much whining and scolding from the two as they believed she was hurting them on purpose. They had acted like babies, but Ashella certainly

Chapter Two The wind is soft but strong, my hair flowing behind me and also in my face, I don’t bother to pull it back because I forgot my hair tie at home. “I could stay here forever,” I say to myself. I am at my favorite place to be when I need time to myself. I found this place when I was thirteen and have been coming back since then. It is on the very top of the highest hill there is in the camp and there is a beautiful old tree that has been there forever, I climb to the top and just stare

One of my core beliefs that has shaped who I am today has resulted from dressing modestly. Dressing modestly is important to me because so often in this present age, one’s body is displayed as a mere object. Not only is modesty, chastity, and purity important in one’s spiritual life, it is also crucial to society. One might ask why it is so imperative that modesty be discussed. Well, one constantly hears reports of rape, molesting, and how high the rate of pornography viewers is. Thus, how is one

I was sitting there in dance class at the age of six surrounded by a bunch of other six-year-old little girls. Although we were all dressed in our pink tutus, I felt that I was different from the other girls because unlike them, I was not excited to be there. Unlike all the girls in my class, I would have rather been wearing softball cleats than my ballet slippers and running around a soccer field than dancing around a studio. Growing up I was never the "girly-girl" that had her nails painted and

Dress shopping was not the way I had planned to spend that Friday. Stores full of self-obsessing girls who have a false idea of how an artificially composed article of clothing can boost their confidence or make a night “one-to-remember”. I wanted to be a part of this but I was unsure if I still wanted to go; however, I got myself into this. We were driving on the interstate in my girlfriend’s grandfather’s truck. Zaina (my girlfriend) had allowed me to come with her mother and little brother

in debt, which made her work for the things she wanted. Our beloved Madame Loisel also had her moments of extreme euphoria that even made me feel joyous too, this extreme euphoria occurs when she finally got the ability to get her hands on a fancy dress and a very deceiving jewel necklace. In Conclusion, this story is mainly about Madame Loisel a woman with an attitude of a spoiled brat that learns a lesson the hard way. Throughout the story we obviously can’t help but to notice that Madame Loisel

Pageants; the Popular Parody Year after year it never fails—another girl whose parents are well represented in the community has taken the local pageant crown. True winners and qualified young women tend to be overlooked. Like my close friends and me, a fair chance was never offered. At rehearsals, I often questioned my character when I overheard girls criticizing peers they envied. Every Sunday practice consisted of gossiping drama queens, fake conversations, and debating whose wardrobe topped

blessings, and to present a young woman to the community,” (learnnc.org.) The Quinceañera honors the girl and her family at this point in her life. The young woman typically wears a pink or white, very nice and formal, dress, with jewelry and accessories that complement the beautiful dress (learnnc.org.) Other important people in the ceremony of the big party are her maids of honor and escorts, all of the various ages that she has completed. Her female relatives give gifts, and her parents and godparents

Unfortunately for her, said potential victim ended up being a Columbian drug dealer who’s second in command just wanted to kill him to control his empire. Now because of John and Harold’s super computer she was in a shady motel room in a ruined cocktail dress surrounded by armed men. She was going to kill John after he rescued her. “Tell us who you work for?”

meager attempt to swat out the image of her scolding me from my mind. I looked down at my dress. It was definitely eye catching, that was for sure. I was dressed as if I was preparing for the whole world to see me. In a way, I was. The Shadow Kingdom would see me this evening, and they were to see a beautiful Crown Princess. My hair was down in luxurious waves that softly cascaded down my back. My dress was on a whole other level of beautiful. Its bodice