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Storytime everyone! When I was 5, I saw women in a very Disney-fied way due to all the Disney movies I'd watch. Every woman was pretty and deserving of a man complimenting them on their beauty. I would be that man sometimes. Whenever my mom took me out to the store and the cashier was a lady, I'd compliment them saying how pretty they are. That I'd like to marry them someday and that they deserved the best. (I was sooo smoove~ :V ) There were were no cruel women. Probably mean, but not cruel. The only hair they'd have would be on the top of their head and it would be perfectly maintained to look stunning. All women had a think, sleek figure and had soft voices... I had this mindset about women...until I was 8. It was summertime and normally I'd be at school most of the day and my mom, nana, and granddad would be at work, making the house empty. Now that I was home all day, I needed someone to watch over me until either of them got back from work. We had a neighbor who ran her own babysitting business at home and she was a family friend but I barely knew about it. Fast-forward to the first day there. I make my greetings to my babysitter (we'll call her...idk... "Blah" for this story) she wasn't exactly pretty to me then, but she wasn't ugly: Just alright. Blah told me she had 3 children: 2 older sons who were about 16 and 17 and 1 younger daughter who was 8, soon to be 9 I think. Blah told me the boys were out but the daughter was still asleep but should be up in a bit. So I sat on the couch and waited while Blah turned on the TV for me and went to the kitchen to make me a snack. 5 minutes went by, until I heard a loud thumping sound coming from upstairs. At the top of the staircase was a silhouette of what I assumed to be the daughter. I put on my welcoming face and folded my hands on my lap, eager to meet her. Once I got a good look at her, my welcoming face vanished and turned into a face of shock and disappointed. (We'll call the daughter "Ratchet" for the remainder of this story) With each step Ratchet took down the steps, there's be a loud thump. She wasn't fat, but she just walked down the stairs with such obnoxious force that it came off like she was big. She wore this shirt that was very tight fitting cause her gut (yeah, she had a gut) was clear as day. Her posture was horrible and she had this ugly, grimacing look on her face. Her lips all pouted, nostrils wide, hair all nappy. And then came the worst part. When she went to yawn and stretch her arms up, I swear I saw armpit hair, like a patch of it. To top it all off, once she finished, she looked at me with that same grimacing face and with a harsh tone said, "What are you looking at?" and walked to the kitchen. I was in disbelief. Ratchet was the complete opposite of how I saw women and it wasn't just her looking this way in the morning. She'd look that way everyday I saw her and just had a terrible attitude all the time. From that point on, I didn't stop believing that pretty girls were out there, but I also knew that not every women could be a gem, looks and personality wise. Glad I learned that lesson while I was young.