If I was in her shoes...

Put yourself in her shoes…start off by stating, “If I was in her shoes, I would…”

If I was in her shoes, I would listen to my parents, because if you don’t life could be much worse than what it is now. I would assume that the life I was living was a normal little girl’s life.
I am very excited for the competition this year. My pageant coach comes to my house twice a week to help me with my walking, my pose, my answers to questions etc. The last pageant I was in it started out fun, until I had to sit patiently waiting for my hair and make-up to be done, I just want to play, I don’t want to sit still and do this! I started whining, but whining turned into crying; mom was mad. She didn’t want my make-up to be ruined. She bribed me, which worked and than I stopped crying. I felt like a Barbie doll, three things happening at once, my hair, nails and make-up. Mom had set aside all of my outfits for each of the judging. Time to smile, whether or not I wanted to, because it was pageant and judging time. There were so many girls, how could I ever win, but mom told me that I will win, because I am the best. Once the pageant was over, I didn’t win, but I got third place, mom was mad. Mom said that we have to practice more and work a lot harder for the next one.
Now as a fifteen year old, I feel out of place in high school. I feel like I have to look like I did when I was younger because it makes me feel pretty, without it I would be ugly. People look at me funny in high school, but I think they look funny; they need to put on make-up, and do their hair so they can be perfect like me. Because if you don’t have all of the dress up accessories, you will not be as beautiful as someone else who does.