I grow it myself

Each quarter at school has been different because the classes change each time. That means a new schedule, new classrooms, new teachers, and new people. That's been the same  this quarter. It's a change but it's still a routine cause it's a change I'm used to.

There's is a new facet to this quarter: attention. Specifically, male attention. This isn't to make myself look great. To be honest, it does the opposite. These men that have been approaching me are not the type I would be attracted to. In fact, they often make me uncomfortable to the point where half way through the first minute of our meeting I'm plotting an escape route.

Today I was compared to a guy's ex girlfriend. She had pretty red hair like mine. ("Why, thank you sir. I grow it myself".) She had freckles. She had pretty eyes, like mine.He said because of her he finds those things attractive.
After that, he offered to get me booze whenever I desired.
"I'm only 19."
"I hook up my friends. All I need is a little cash".
"I don't think you need booze to have a good time."
"Depends on the time."

When we parted he gave me an instruction: Stay pretty.
Was it a suggestion? A challenge?
What does it mean to be pretty?

And in my $2 sweatshirt from walmart and a sloppy ponytail I left.

Matthew 5:23-24

 ²³ So if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, ²⁴ leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.

Putting that into action isn't easy but praise God that He is with us when we do it.