A Promise From the First Snowfall

I am just a teen girl living a life in world of air, noise, water pollution. I live in a small community just outside a concrete jungle. Where everyone was obsessed with looks and every girl in high school was size zero and every guy benched three hundred pounds.

I had spent the first three and a half months worrying if my shoes matched my purse or howe to shed those couple calories. I was obsessed with having the absolute perfect boyfriend and trying to win homecoming queen. I lived my life, hurting the people I cared about and not giving a second thought about it.

I went to the club every friday night and did everything to get a good reputation. I hung with the people I hate and not until a week and a half ago did I stop for a moment to look in the mirror and what scared me was I didn't recongize that young woman staring back at me.

I had turned into every other girl. I was beginning to set my mind on getting breast implants and a nose job. Just so I could look like every other girl and what I hadn't noticed was that I was no longer real. It scared me and for a couple days I had changed to an original me. Yet, before long I had reconformed myself to the world until I woke up on a Sunday morning.

I was woken up by my mother and told to look outside. Sure enough, it had snowed. A fresh blanket of sugar white powder and along with it I had been taken away. The green from the english ivy the grows up the side of my house complimented with the beauty and serenity of the snow made me realise that when we don't have to try to be beautiful.

That when we make the concious desicion not conform with the world and we let God's plan of who we are take control of us, the beauty comes in all forms. That His touch can bring peace to a world of corruption.. But most of all from that single snow fall, I learned that you are only real when you are conciously aware of your own unawarness.

From that point on as the snow began to swirl around the ivy nook I made a promise. That even in the most corrupt of times I promise to be real by being always concious of my unawareness of everything around me.