Killing Ugly Girl: a metaphor

She walks forward, this ugly girl. She is stuck. What is stopping her? She tries to push forward but her body is thrust backward. She is flung onto the floor. Shaking her head, the ugly girl sits up. She lifts one leg and then another. There is something odd about them. She lifts her arm to find a strange sight. An almost invisible string is stuck in her arm. She tugs at it but it will not come out. She pulls harder and breathes in sharply as a searing pain goes up her arm. She looks at her other arm. She finds another line. Her legs are fastened as well. She follows the thread with her fingers. It leads up to the dark emptiness above her head. Ugly girl grasps one thread between her thumb and and forefinger. She gives it a sharp tug. A rattling sound is emitted from the sky followed by a tinkling, cold laugh. Suddenly, Ugly girl is pulled up to a standing position. Her leg is thrust out in front of her. She begins walking mechanically. Ugly girl’s body is thrust forward of it’s own accord. “Stop!” she breathes. Regardless of her pleas, her body continues to walk. Ugly girl breathes heavily as tears slide down her panicked face. Her muscles are not her own. She continues walking forward into more unknown darkness. The only dim light that illuminates the first few feet in front of her seems to come from the mysterious threads. Abruptly, she stops. The cold laughter sounds from the sky once more. Ugly girl is standing a few feet away from the edge… the edge of an abyss; a void so dark that even Hell itself would be put to shame. “No!” she gasps. “No! No! No! Don’t make me!” Ugly girl wrenches her arms from her side and forces her legs to back away. The strings resist and pull her forward again but ugly girl fights for control. With a scream of rebellion, ugly girl grips the strings hanging from above. She pulls and wrenches with all her might. The threads snap. Ugly girl falls back against the hard ground. The broken threads dangle from the sky, fluttering with the residual force of the tear. As ugly girl stares at her limbs, the threads begin to fade and very soon they disappear completely. Ugly girl is no more. When you let others control you, you stifle the beauty within yourself.