Beautiful Just The Way You Are

proglue : mommy, am I pretty?

Told form no one's point of view

Some girls wants to be prettier than they already are. They push the limits by putting make up. In New Townsville, when a seven year oldlittle orange haired firl with cute little pink cotthen candy eyes ask her mother if she was pretty.

It was a hot summer day, the seven year old girl name was blossom. She was picking flowers for her mom. Blossom ran into the house with a burning qustion. Her mom was working on her computer in the living room.  " mommy" blossom begain. " yes, little one" her mom said. " i'm pretty, right?" Blossom asked with a sweet smile. " no you're not" her mother replied.

Blossom started to tear up at the tought of her own mother thing she isn't pretty. " no, you're blossom" her mom said. " that's my a nme, but what does that have to do with being pretty?" Blossom asked. " you can't have two names, dear. You're the best blossom, there ever is" she answred as she putted blossom on her lap. " if you still don't follow. Then look at my old high school classmates" her mom said as she pulled up her old highschool yearbook.

" the girls who are wearing make up were always puoplur, unlike me. I want you to look verry good at her faces" blossom's mother begain. " okay" lossom said as she putted her face closer to the computer. " this is them now" her mom said as she showed the poubler firls older and with wirnkes. " that's form years of wearing makeup" her mom said. " can I see you in highschool?" Blossom asked. " of coruse" she answred.

Her mother grabbed a picture of a girl with braces, long orange hair, light pink eyes, and the girl was wearing a cat shirt with legangs woth bows on them. " that's you?" Blossom asked. " yes. In another picture, I have glasses on" her mom answred. " well you look wonderful now as well as you did back then" blossom said.  " thank you" she said as she putted some of blossom's orange hair behind her ear.

" when you have a duatgher and she asks you about your looks, tell her what I told you" blossom's mom said. " will do, if I can rember it" blossom said. They both laughed.   

Five years later. Blossom is now 12. She was with her firend named brick in a tree near Townsville school gates. " I bet you five dollers that I can hit that other tree over there with a bow and arrow" blossom said.  " ten dollers say you misses" brick said. " deal" they both said as they shook hands. " get ready to reget spending your ten dollers on this bet" blossom said as she got her bow and arrow ready.

Her arrow made it to the other tree. " kept it, but just rember that a girls can do anything better than a boy" blossom said. " blossom, it's time to go see your new baby sister" blossom's mom said. " okay, i'll be right down, mom" blossom said as she swang down form a tree branch.

As blossom and her mohter walked to the school gates, bercak a puoplur girl noticed that blososm had blood on her white paints. " mom, should be worried that i have blood on my white paints?" Blossom asked. "  we'll tlak in the car" her mom answred.

Blossom had so many questions. What was happing to her? On the way home in the car, blossom's mom told her everything about a new thing in her life called a period. Blossom was wondering what wloud happen in the rest of her life. 

When blosom and her mom got home. Blossom rushed to the room where her grandma was rocking her new baby sister, balnda. When blossom held her new baby sister, she was joyful and wanted to be the best big sister. She was, even when balnda went tough her tirrble twos. One day, bapnda asked blossom the quation blossom asked thier mom  when she was seven.

" am I pretty?" " no, you're blanda beucase you can't have two names" blossom said.

♀️A/N: sorry it's shorter than normal porugles🎤