My Hot Sexy Friends

by Carli
(South Africa, Paarl)

There is nothing wrong with my body.

I have accepted that. It's taken a LONNNNGGGG time for me to come to this conclusion, but I am pretty well on my way to it. I have good days and bad days. Or more like good weeks and bad weeks. Some days (when coinciding with the third week of my menstrual cycle) I don't dare to look in the mirror. Other days I feel good about myself.

But there is one element that could make or break me. My red, hot, sexy best friends. I really mean it when I say that they are beautiful. The one is petite with exotic looks. Silky smooth soft layered brown hair and big chocolate doe eyes. The other one is a Barbie reincarnation. Blonde hair, blue eyes, legs that go on forever and, erm, other such assets.

They are not shy to accentuate their assets. On weekends out, it's a huge to-do getting ready. And the lower the neckline and the higher the hemline, the better. They know what turns guys on, and they use the information they've got. And they accomplish what they set out to do: have as many guys possible lust after them.

On these weekends out, I have, out of jealousy, been tempted to join them, because, you see, guys usually pay them more attention than they do me. I tried it one weekend and it worked. I got loads of attention. But the end result was a load of guilt. I hope I'll have time again to share that story.

In time I've come to realize that the type of guys they attract are usually the type of guys none of us really want relationships with. And that, despite everything, is their ultimate goal. Just to love and be loved in return as Ewan McGregor puts it.

Do they have great love lives? Absolutely not. Barbie's boyfriend left her for another beautiful blonde. Bambi's boyfriend, the third or fourth this year, I think, doesn't want us to tell her that he's leaving for Scotland in two months.

And that's the problem. If you only put physical goods up for sale, that's all that they are going to want when they get you. And if a better, in their opinion, opportunity arises, then you are back on the rack.

I love my friends to bits. They are really sensitive girls with individual problems of their own. I can't get them to listen to me. All I can do is pray that God will catch their attention one day.

Okay, so what's my revelation through this? Reading it back, I realist that I have to find something more to live for. Something that will last forever and not just give momentary gratification. I think I know what that is ;D