学习啦【英语文摘】 编辑：韦彦 发布时间：2016-08-30
you're so young right now, but i hope these letters will be helpful to you one day when you're older. there is so much i wish i could ask my mother now that i am a grown woman. there is so much we never got to talk about. i'm planning on being around for you well into your lives and adulthood, but even so, i think having these letters will be useful in some way. who knows how things might change down the road, and at least you'll have your 34-year-old mother's thoughts down on paper.
anyway, i want this letter to be about beauty and my relationship to it. i feel this enormous responsibility, as a mother of two little girls, to lead you down a path that is relatively healthy when it comes to beauty and self image. in a lot of women's eyes i've probably already failed in that respect due to the amount of pink-princess-barbie mess cluttering up vera's room right now.
but i will say this about barbie (and all the rest of that princess garbage): i played with that stuff for a solid decade when i was growing up and here i am now at a healthy weight with a healthy outlook about my body and image. i have a masters degree and have a successful career and a published book. if barbie were really so damaging to my femininity and self-image i highly doubt i could list all of the latter as accomplishments.
but i get it too. it's hard for women to maintain a healthy self-image. it's hard not to obsess over our weight and to wish we could afford more stylish clothes. it's hard not to covet someone else's hair or hips or eyelashes, and to spend inordinate amounts of time trying to achieve looks that we were never suited for in the first place.
i have girlfriends around whom i have to brace myself to see, because even though i love them, just being around them makes me self-conscious. i look at old pictures of my mother and wonder why i've never been able to be as skinny as she was. and then i have friends who are thinner than their mothers ever were. we women go round and round in circles, holding hands and trying to be one another sometimes.
men like to think we dress and style ourselves for them, but why would we when they hardly notice? i've never tried so hard to look good as when i know i'm about to meet up with a stylish girlfriend. it's she who will notice my slimmed down waist or the thinnest, little bracelet on my arm.
and i have no doubt that the two of you, veronica and juliette, will endlessly compare yourselves to each other. you will wonder why one of you got longer legs or shinier hair or bigger breasts or thicker eyelashes. i know this, not because i know sisters, but because i know women. the thing i'll tell you, the thing to remember is this: not even the prettiest of us feel settled. the girl you think looks the most perfect in all the world is probably the girl who wants to change herself more than anyone else.
old friends. they finish your sentences, they remember the cat that ran away when you were twelve, and they tell you the truth when you’ve had a bad haircut. but mostly, they are always there for you—whether it’s in person or via late night phone calls—through good times and bad. but as the years pass, it becomes increasingly difficult to see each other, to make new memories. fortunately, my high school girlfriends and i vowed long ago not to let this happen. we vowedto have reunions.
a few months ago, we met up for a three-day weekend in the american southwest. we grew up together in maine and have said for years that we should have an annual event, yet it’s often postponed or canceled due to schedule conflicts. not this year.
four of us-two from san francisco, one from boston, and one from seattle-boarded planes bound for santa fe, new mexico, where one of the ganglives and works for an art gallery. two years ago, she moved there-escaped, rather-from the film industry in new york city, where she led a life that felt too fast, too unfulfilling. the artist in her longed for vibrant landscapes and starry moonlit skies. she wanted to drive a truck on dusty roads, a trusty dog at her side, riding shotgun. she got all that and found love, too. she is happy.
the rest of us-still big city folks-converged on her like a cyclone straight out of the pages of a girlfriend novel. chattering and memory swapping, we were fifteen again in a space of five minutes. naturally, we relived some of the stories of our youth-angst and all-but we also brought much more to the gathering this time. we were new people. we were wives and girlfriends to someone back home. we were businesswomen, artists and writers. we were no longer girls, no longer post-college grads. we were women.
i shared an air mattress that night with my friend from boston, the one who calls me, while rubbernecking in traffic, to catch up on her cell phone, to tell me of her life and love. on the next mattress was a gal from san francisco, newly single and enjoying her independence. our host, the artist, shared her bedroom that weekend with a married dot-commer from san francisco. yes, we are different, but we are also the same. the years of our youth say so.
once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. so one day he asked god,"they tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am i going to live there being so small and helpless?"
god replied,"among the many angels, i chose one for you. she will be waiting for you and will take care of you."
but the child wasn't sure he really wanted to go."but tell me, here in heaven, i don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy."
"your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. and you will feel your angel's love and be happy."
"and how am i going to be able to understand when people talk to me,"the child continued,"if i don't know the language that men talk?"
god patted him on the head and said,"your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."
"and what am i going to do when i want to talk to you?"
but god had an answer for that question too."your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."
"i've heard that on earth there are bad men, who will protect me?"
"your angel will defend you even if it means risking her life!"
"but i will always be sad because i will not see you anymore,"the child continued warily.