Headline: "Unlikely date request turned socially deadly."

Just yesterday a friend of mine, a very popular friend, as it were, turned down two prospective weekend dates, both of whom her parents fully supported and encouraged.
Her reasoning? "They weren't perfect."

Just what did she mean by that? Were they not 'hottt!" enough for her? Did they have bad breath, or talk in a funny way? Upon asking her these questions, she couldn't answer with anything but a simple shrug. Typical, flaky & undecided teenage girl. The guys couldn't pass anyone in the hallway without getting laughed at.

On to the point:
How is is possible to define perfection? Webster's aside; there is no absolute standard for the human race, unless you're religious. But how, even, are you supposed to compare a romantic relationship to that of a diety and his/her pious worshipper?

I'm a teenager. And maybe it makes me insignificant instead of unique, strange instead of accepted. But I don't believe that those on the covers of magazines are truly the people we should look up to. I'm not a twig. My cleavage isn't busting from my too-tiny bathing suit top. My hair is far from blonde. So how do I fit into the high school mathematical equation? I don't have the fashion sense of Sienna Miller. I can't dance like Shakira. Where does that leave me?

Is it even likely that any of us will get past this small-town ideal of what beauty is? And what about the guys among us? How are they supposed to feel any sort of self-confidence when they're stacked up against GQ models? My friend sees it as a game, as a part you must play to win the oscar. Without getting to know them, without seeing more into their personalities, she rejected two amazing guys on shallow grounds.

Perfection is completely subjective. It varies; it moves, changes. It breeds love, seethes hate. Why do we pick idols, and worship them as if they lived in the sky and had superpowers? They aren't perfect, and probably wouldn't consider themselves as such if asked.

[More on the 'perfection' rant later...]

I'm so sick of trying to be something I'm not. Every day, I'm assaulted with things I can't acheive from the moment I enter my first period to the time I drive out of the student parking lot. I'm sick of listening to others being put down by those who are insecure about their own selves.

So I'm going to change that. I'm going to forget about the things I can't be, and concentrate on my dreams and what hopefully will be.
More people, especially teenagers, should consider doing the same.