Been thinking a lot about Tabatha. She's the girly one: kind and thoughtful, loves girly things. Too girly actually; or rather, too childish. She likes brightly coloured cakes and sweets, none of which are good for you. She likes cuddly toys as well. She shuns alcohol in favour of milk. It would be so good to see her embracing her womanhood rather than clinging to her childhood. For one thing, she'd be more content but more than anything, she'd develop. These past few years, that has stopped and it's so sad...
She came into this world 31 years ago. She's now a single Mum and
would so desperately like to be married and care for a family.
If only she hadn't been so pretty. When she was 16 she was already very attractive. Up to that point she had been developing very promisingly. In particular, she was intelligent and quick-witted. It all started to go wrong when she began to realise that men found her physically gorgeous. She became obsessed with her looks. It didn't help that her mother had no self confidence and believed that it was a woman's duty to make herself as physically attractive as possible. Never mind intelligence or personal interests: beauty was king. Unfortunately, she indoctrinated her daughters with this futile belief
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