Do You Have The Bluest Eyes?

Do you remember when you were a child around Christmas time or your birthday and something caught your eye in a store? The colors of whatever it was twisted and twirled in your brain until it was the only thing you talked about in hopes of one day receiving it. You wanted it so much that you would do anything, even take a triple dog dare to get it. But what if the thing you wanted was out of reach - impossible to acquire. Would you go simply mad by yearning forever for the gift that can never be given? This is what Pecola Breedlove did.

The little girl wanted to be like the blue-eyed, blonde hair girls with pearl skin that she saw everyday at school. She didn't see the beauty in her own eyes that she was born with.

Is it our immature selves that want things we don't have, envying others who have what we long for? The growth throughout life seems imperative, to see things on a macro scale rather than our own little perceptions of what life truly is. Children and some teenagers may feel like they're missing something, that they're somehow incomplete; they can't see how they are uniquely special and don't have to be a cookie-cutter kid.

The character Pecola Breedlove, from the novel 'The Bluest Eye' by Toni Morrison felt this way. Eventually she drove herself to be exasperated, contstantly thinking of the eyes she wanted and the eyes she had. No one was there to tell her she was beautiful the way she was. We are stubborn though; never believing what is told to us about ourselves unless we really are able to accept it.

Little Pecola Breedlove did not except the fact that she was an individual and should be excepted. She was considered the lowest class back then - a female African-American child - if she could have only seen that she was worth something.



(This is a post about the amazing novel I just read for English class. I was given complete freedom with the assignment for it, so I chose to express or explain how Pecola acts, and how sometimes we may take things too seriously. Wanting what we can't have, and not being satisfied with who we are as people.)

That is all

-"M"