The sun came in through my bedroom window bright with the promise of a new day. I got out of bed and headed toward the kitchen for breakfast. I ate whatever I wanted. So what if it was not the healthiest choice in the house, it tasted good. Now the time has come to choose the clothing for the day. I could wear my big black boots and shorter skirt if I wanted to, or I could wear my baggie jeans and tight top. I could wear them and not worry about what they would say. Would they think I'm easy? Would they think I should not wear such an outfit because I'm a little heavier set then most would find exceptable? No worries. I think I'll wear the boots and skirt with the tight top, and my multi-colored belt. Flirty pink lipstick, and just a bit of color on the eyes.

I can walk down the street and not worry about the man on the corner. I can walk down the halls at school and not listen to the laughter as they point, or the side comments as I pass. The laughter is at the jokes I tell, or comments about how good every one looks today, even the heavy girl.

After school I don't have to hurry to the next place before it gets dark. I stroll along the street, stopping to look into the shop windows, to smile or nod my head to the person who passes by. I can relax my grip on my bag, and don't have to call my mom so she knows I made it home safely.

I will stay out until the stars come out and sit by the river to make my wish upon one. A wish that every day could be like this so I won't have to go home and hear the news talk about the missing girl found dead, or the rapist who got out, or the boyfriend who beat his girlfriend. My friend will not be afraid of men anymore, my little sister will be safe, and every one I know will be happy.