The Women in the Dress

Chapter Two..

The woman was lonely. Everybody knew she wanted love, but no one would spare here the time of day.  She wasn’t what males would call appeling. She had short brown hair, which was easily tangled. Her eyes were a terrible brown color, and she always smelt of a horrible odor. She was tall and thin. Most people compared her to a giraffe. Though her neck was not long, her legs were. She looked like she was a corpse walking on the earth. Everyone was sure to steer away from her. Parents would show their children the women in order to scare them into caring about their education.  They didn’t know what the life of the women was like. They didn’t care much either. The woman was lonely.

            The women would go home alone, eat alone, laugh alone, and cry alone. She often cried. She would think about how mean the other people in the village were. She didn’t understand why. She did her part in the village. She painted beautiful pictures for the church. She loved to paint. It was how she expressed her inner emotions. The pictures in her home showed the faces of women crying and hurting. She knew she did not have the appearances of the other women. She knew she would not have the children she wished for as a child. She gave up on her dreams long ago, when everyone started treating her like an outsider. She very much wanted to be involved in the dances and get-togethers. She never was invited though.  She would get rid of the odor if she could, but she didn’t have any water to wash away the filth. She would often go to the lake and wash there, but the lake is the water creature’s toilet. She tried to look as pleasing as she could, but the people would not serve her. She tried to gain weight, but the people didn’t welcome her when she was thick either. The people laughed at her, but they had no idea her appearance was because of them. She did everything they told her not to do.

“Don’t eat!” They’d say.

“Don’t wear that evil stuff on your face!” They’d yell

“Don’t dress trashy in public!” They’d scream.

She started out by not eating. She will admit she lost weight, but it didn’t feel pleasing. Next she stopped wearing make-up that made her feel pretty. Then she started wearing clothes that covered up everything. When she did what they wanted, she still wasn’t good enough.

She remembers being a child; she was friends with all of them. The ones who laughed at her, used to laugh with her. She remembers playing with them. Running on the hillsides, and creating pretend places to hide. When one person turns their cheek… Everybody does. At least, that is how it worked in this case. She painted pictures of the memories. It was her way of knowing it was real. She took the picture in her head, and made it real. She hung these pictures in her room. She wanted to be surrounded with the good memories....

To be contuinued..