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Monday, November 14, 2011

THE GIRL (Descriptive Essay)

                                                                                  
 THE GIRL

Ms. Mae Desiree C. Coros

                   What is life like for a seventeen year old girl? At this age, this is the time that a girl experiences the sweetness of being admired and admiring someone. For others, it is the time that they plan for their career and decide on what will they become five years from now. Some take life easy at this age. Enjoying what they have and working to gain what they do not possess. 

                For a college girl I know life is a battlefield. She was one of the curious souls who ask questions just for the sake of asking and resolve the enigmatical questions that puzzle her thoughts about the existence of something or someone. The face of a woman that never shows animosity for she never fails to create an illusion deviating from her real emotions and dreadful emptiness. The flimsy built of her body may seem to be real but despite of her effeminate manner is a tested strength and endless struggle. Soon she transformed into a more beautiful woman like a butterfly in a metamorphosis; contented, happy and free. 

               On the long run, I have proven I am right on my perception to her but much remains an assumption as I began to know her deeper. She experienced lots of heart breaking trials with her family that nobody wishes to endure. From the separation of her parents and siblings to the excruciating causes of family chaos knocked me for I am caught in the delusion that her smiles created. Despite of these miseries she managed to continue her life even without direction. She is a manifestation that a flimsy-looking body is not a measure of vehemence; it is how you face the world everyday with a smile despite of its imperfections. For her, life is a battlefield; a continuous struggle and a test of survival. A woman of strength and virtue is indeed an inspiration. Another person to touch other people’s imperfect lives; not for perfection but to continue to be an inspiration. 


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