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Damage

have always been convinced that diversity would have a hard time, as I have always noticed the exclusion of very beautiful girls, the game of "hide and seek."
A child who grows up with this "religion" despises most humans, contact with people become painful, difficult to open, to have friends, impossible.

I too have had the friend "of the heart" as a child, not without some embarrassment, the feelings I was always embarrassed, as happens when an unexpected compliment. And I have lived, I remember, the relationship of love with my peers, with a transport sincere, with a generous impulse, that only a mother like mine could blame. I was too good, too naive to be careful because you never know , do not be fooled, defends, do not come home crying ... And maybe I should listen to this advice, because the females I close, I always received a scam.

A mistreated dog becomes aggressive, fierce, a little disappointed becomes cynical, cold.

The image that in time I am made of women, was the synthesis, the representation, the embodiment of evil. Nothing more, nothing less. Women were creatures of my eyes furtive, shabby, profiteers, liars, and to be honest I've had the proofs in years, not only in childhood.

Why, was the question I asked myself, why, what I had done wrong, what was the real problem?

I was a little shy, diligent, always took top marks, educated, sharp, by the grace of mother nature's very pretty, by the grace of my very elegant mother (wearing dresses designed and sewn by herself) and good, mostly. This was the problem, my mother would say too good ...

Now in its depressing conclusion that compliance arose from the claws, one day, looking in the mirror, I saw the transformation, I saw a girl with the skirt, wanting to wear pants, a little girl plays with Barbie, part of a football team, a girl from the tear easy to defend and speak up. This is my law.

I have known many women in my life, met some girls train ride and forget after a couple of appointments, Donnette O spiteful as monkeys, that kind of girls envious of a pair of the most beautiful of them, and these are durations of the time greeting, self-absorbed thirtysomethings unable to hear, but perfectly capable of throwing up their misunderstanding of the little men, beautiful women, ugly women, skinny women, fat women, but what remains of them? I still wonder.

The beauty of women is that they are changeable creatures. All. And how change the destiny of a people starved, they change too.

Since I also female, I can deduce it is changing.

yellowed vision of the woman-devil has changed, the impersonality of some figures has become personal, the invisible has become an area in my room, some doors were wide open without me that I've knocked on, the mud is now sea. And all without that I expected, ALL, came as a gift bag to my "noncompleanno.

Now, in front of a tea, in a time of work, I find myself thinking "how nice to know someone so good, now, a statement confirming the phone ends up becoming a personal confession and already I feel I want to love this woman does not know his face.

The phone rings, the mail is empty, if there is a party are the first invited, if they cry, they want me at their side, because I want to have fun laughing is good for advice know where I live, the Women looking for me, it seems surreal. I do not see more roughness on their faces, for some reason, they are all beautiful in my eyes today. It 's like the saw in a different light, as illuminated by a candle. They are intelligent, romantic, complex, curious, disappointed, educated ... are women. Oh, how I love them!