Little Inklings 2025

I see, I hear, I reflect. Each day I see girls of all ages look at themselves, each one more disappointed than the other. Each day I hear girls of all ages stating their flaws. Each day I feel the cries of themwanting to always look like the other girl. “I wish I looked like her because she has perfect abs.” “I would kill to have her perfect teeth, she’s never had to have braces.” “I hate the way I look, why can’t I bemore like her. ” I hear these phrases all day as they look atmy cracked surface, wishing it was another way. Even though I’ll never understandwhy they look atme in theseways. There weren’t any flaws in them, just each girl wasmore different than the last. Isn’t that beautiful? All they do is stare and compare. If only I had the power to sharemy tale. No onewants to bewho they are because they believe it’s better to be everyone else. I always wonder: is it me? Am I the reason these girls think like that? I can’t fix them, so am I in the wrong? Is it me? Is it my cracks? Am I too broken? COMPARISON IS THE THIEF OF JOY By Sabrina Berthier ’29 92