Disclaimers: I do not own Cokie Mason, she is owned by the lovely Ann M Martin, I just twist her into someone to write about.
If you wanted to be like Cokie Mason would you have to do everything that Cokie Mason does? If Cokie Mason were to bring hurt to herself, silently screaming. Would you do the same?
If Cokie Mason were to let others touch her, only to make her feel like she was worth just a little bit more then what she already is. Would you do the same?
If you were to find out that all the words you heard about Cokie Mason, about how nice she was, and how pretty, were all started by herself, twisted in ways only the person whom they are about could twist? Would you still spread it around?
If you knew the figure the Cokie Mason claims to have, wasn't from endless aerobics, but from being molded like a fresh piece of clay, shaping it in the most perfect ways imaginable. Would you still envy the way that Cokie looks?
If someone was to casually tell you that Cokie Mason wasn't born a brunette, and that her crisp color isn't her own. Would you still find a way to match the color of Cokie Mason's hair?
Even if you knew the reason why Cokie Mason, has the nickname of Cokie. Would you want to give yourself the same things Cokie Mason gave herself, just to look as perfect as Cokie Mason seemed.
If you were to find out that Cokie Mason is slowly killing herself without thinking about what a great life she could have. That Cokie Mason is hurting herself just to please everyone. That Cokie Mason doesn't know the reason of living anymore. Would you still want to be like Cokie Mason.
If Cokie Mason were to die tomorrow. Would you go to her funeral, even though you know all her truths because you once strived to be like Cokie Mason.
To think you wanted to be like her, to look like her. To look like her you would have to suffer, become one like Cokie Mason. To have to hurt yourself like Cokie Mason.