By the Bus Stop

There she stood, waiting by the bus stop, when i saw her; wearing a flowered, pink jumpsuit with a collar made of jean. The jumpsuit cut off at her knees, revealing a pair of full, light-skinned legs ending gold sandals buckled at the ankles.
She stood, arms crossed underneath her busts, watching other passers-by, mostly girls, not because she was lesbian i imagined, but because she felt they were more beautiful.
If only i was a little taller, with a little more breasts and wider hips, I imagined she said to herself because she was petite. She watched four girls stop to exchange pleasantries, laughing cheerfully, ignorant of her gaze and pain.
I smiled to myself. The irony of life; a beautiful girl who thinks others are more beautiful. She is lost in her thoughts and dreams of what she would like to be, the things she would love to have, oblivious to the numerous stares thrown her way, and to the fact that she had held my attention all the while i had been there; in her flowered, knee-lenght, pink jumpsuit with jean collar, her beautiful legs in gold sandals, her long, curly, golden-brown hair that capped a well made-up face which belied her age. A greek goddess, by the bus stop.

5 thoughts on “By the Bus Stop” by cece (@chiadikobi)

  1. ivie9ja (@Ivie9ja)

    I love this, its so true. People are so busy envying others that they cant see thier own beauty

  2. Nalongo (@Nalongo)

    I like the story.

  3. Blackgold (@Blackgold)

    @ Chiadikobi, it is truly an irony of life, good job

  4. Folakemi Emem-Akpan (@Folakemi)

    what truth you tell. of course, we usually think that the grass is greener on the other side and envy others unnecessarily

  5. Will a girl ever be beautiful enough? That’s a question for the gods. Lol. Really nice piece.

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