As Trish answered, I found myself discreetly taking in her impressive features. She stood about five foot eight; her flawless skin was the same color as rich cocoa beans and so smooth that it looked more like a sheet of dark brown silk poured over flesh than it did mere skin. Her deep, dark eyes were surrounded by lashes so long that they could have been stolen from mascara commercial. Her eyebrows were thin in shape, arched to perfection by some Korean who’d mastered the craft. Trish obviously had a weave, but it too was sheer perfection; the long, black strands floated down her back and stopped a few inches before her curvy waistline, making her look like a sun kissed Egyptian queen. After silently concluding that she was a gorgeous woman, I noted that I was still better looking than Trish in some ways. Why we women do this, I will never fully understand; we compare ourselves, constantly judge one another and then we develop insecurities that fuel the process of tearing each other down. I was wondering if men do the same thing...
Okay so that was an excerpt from a novel...While the storyline and characters are ficticious, the soul of the issues in the book are all too real... I couldn't help but to spend a little additional time thinking about the part of the excerpt that I highlighted in red though... I strongly believe that women tend to do that more than men. If you are a woman reading this, what do you think? If you are a man, do you or other men that you know do this? What do do you think about women doing that?