The Beauty Myth: The Inside is Much More Important than the Outside
We met at the playground after I hopped off the swing set and she hopped on.
“Can you push me?” Katelyn asked.
We were inseparable ever since that moment all the way up until we turned twenty years old. She was like my best friend, my sister actually, and we shared everything. In our teens Katelyn and I told each other we would get married at the same time, have children who would be best friends like us, and remain close forever.
But something happened.
Katelyn met a man who was three years older than her, whose birthday fell on the same date as hers. She thought their matching birthdays were a sign that “fate” was giving her. “He’s the one Ashley!” she would say.
After only dating him for three months, Katelyn said she was so in love and wanted to marry him. The deeper into the relationship the two got, the less I saw my friend. Eventually, she stopped answering my phone calls altogether.
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