We had the same name. Your mother named you Pamela. My mother named me Pamela. You wanted to be called Pam. I wanted to be called Pamela. You never remembered. I did.
You use to be a model. I use to photograph models. You wore make-up, foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick. I wore chapstick and a braid.
You use to say to me, “You would be so pretty if you wore make-up. Lets get together and I will help you with your make-up.”
I said, “No, thank you.” Inside I thought, “Am I not pretty. Am I only pretty if I wear make-up?
I haven’t seen her in years. I thought she was my friend. Maybe if I wore make-up she would have called me more often. People like their friends to be the same as them. Maybe I could have asked her to wash her face.
“You would be so pretty if you washed your face.”
You don’t have to be like me to be my friend. I will call you what you want to be called. Laura? I will call you Laura. Margaret? I will call you Margaret.
My name is Pamela, not Pam. I wear chapstick, brush and floss my teeth. I don’t wear make-up. I am beautiful because God made me.
And, my friend, I think you are beautiful just the way you are.
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