It's sad when girls think they don't have anything going on

Opening Scene

The evening sky is alive, shades of violet and pink swirling as the sun sinks slowly behind the distant mountains, casting a soft glow over the empty street. The air is thick with the scent of fresh rain, the pavement glistening, still wet from an afternoon downpour. The city is quiet, but not lifeless — it’s a place that feels as though it holds its breath, waiting.

Jeeny walks slowly along the sidewalk, her long hair damp but still shining under the flickering streetlights. She pulls her jacket tight around her, her face serious yet peaceful. Jack is sitting on a nearby bench, looking down at his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. He hasn’t noticed her approach yet.

She stops a few feet from him and watches the back of his head for a long moment, the weight of her thoughts heavy in her eyes. When she finally speaks, her voice is soft but direct, almost as if testing the air between them.

Host: The light around them is fading, the world around them a collection of faint shadows and half-formed shapes, as if time itself is pausing, holding onto something unspoken.

Jeeny: “Do you ever think about the way the world sees us, Jack? The way we’re all supposed to fit into this box? Especially for women… it’s like we’re only seen for one thing.”

Jack: “What are you talking about? What box? The one where people don’t see past appearance? Yeah, I guess. But that’s just the way it is. People judge based on what they see. You can’t change that. You can’t make people stop being shallow.”

Jeeny: “But it’s not just about judging. It’s about the fact that so many girls actually believe that. They believe their value is tied to how pretty they are, as if that's all they have to offer. It’s heartbreaking, Jack.”

Jack: “Well, what do you expect? It’s the world we live in. People are obsessed with beauty. It sells, it gets attention, it gets you noticed. You can't just ignore it.”

Jeeny: “But it’s not the truth. It’s sad, Jack. You think any girl wants to feel like the only thing that matters is whether or not she’s pretty? Beauty doesn’t define us, and it certainly shouldn’t be the only thing that people notice.”

Host: There’s a pause. A car drives by, its tires splashing through a puddle. The sound seems distant, as though it doesn’t belong in this quiet moment. Jeeny’s gaze drops to the ground, her hands folded tightly in front of her. Jack looks up, sensing her discomfort, but he remains quiet, unsure how to respond.

Jack: “You think it’s that bad? That girls really believe that? Because let’s be honest, there’s a lot of pressure on women to look a certain way. It’s not just about being pretty — it’s about being perfect, right? The perfect body, the perfect smile, the perfect everything. I don’t know, Jeeny… seems like a lot of it’s true.”

Jeeny: “Maybe there’s pressure, but beauty isn’t the only thing we have to offer. We have minds, we have hearts, we have so much more to give. Why are we so quick to dismiss that? Why are we taught to believe that our worth is defined by how we look instead of how we think, how we feel, how we act? And it’s not just the world, Jack — it’s us. We’ve internalized it.”

Jack: “It’s hard not to when the world is always reinforcing it. Look at social media. Look at the way beauty is marketed. People see a perfect picture, a perfect person, and they’re supposed to think they can measure up to that. How do you escape that?”

Jeeny: “It’s not about escaping it. It’s about rejecting it. Teaching girls that they are worth more than their appearance. And it’s not just on them, it’s on us, too. We have to change the way we see each other. We have to stop valuing superficiality over the real things that matter. The depth, the character, the passion that’s hidden inside.”

Host: The silence that follows is thick, almost suffocating. Jack’s gaze drifts from Jeeny to the pavement, and then he looks up, his expression a mixture of contemplation and uncertainty.

Jack: “I get it, Jeeny. But not everyone sees it that way. Some people would rather stay in that bubble, where looking good is the most important thing. It's easier that way, right? To just focus on the outside, to not have to worry about what’s going on inside.”

Jeeny: “But it’s not easy. It’s empty. And it’s not just about external beauty. True beauty comes from within. When you stop thinking of yourself as just a pretty face and start thinking about the person you are, that’s when you begin to live.”

Jack: “So you think it’s that simple? You just turn off everything the world tells you, and suddenly you find yourself?”

Jeeny: “No. But I think we have to choose to see ourselves for more than just our looks. We have to teach the younger generation to value themselves for the right reasons. It’s not about turning a blind eye, it’s about redefining what we think is important.”

Host: The streetlights flicker again, and the world feels even smaller now, as if the city has drawn closer to them, listening to their words. The air is still thick, but there’s something softer in the way the light now touches their faces, like the moment is shifting.

Jack: “I hear you. But what happens when all that pressure doesn’t go away? When the world still wants us to fit into these neat little boxes of beauty and perfection? It’s not that easy to ignore.”

Jeeny: “I know it’s not easy. But if we don’t stand up for what we truly believe in, then it’ll never change. If we don’t teach girls that they don’t have to fit into a mold, then we’re just letting them believe that their only worth is in their looks. And that’s not right, Jack. Nobody’s worth should be based on how they look.”

Jack: “So, what do we do about it?”

Jeeny: “We teach them that they are more than what they look like. We help them see that they have strength, they have intelligence, they have purpose. And we stop acting like beauty is the only thing that matters. We make sure they know there’s more to them than just being pretty.”

Host: The world around them seems to fall into a soft stillness as their words hang in the air. The moonlight dances across the wet pavement, the city holding onto their conversation, as if the truth itself is beginning to find its place in this quiet, lingering night.

Climax and Reconciliation

Jeeny: “It’s not sad that beauty exists, Jack. What’s sad is when we forget that it’s not all we are. What’s sad is when girls think that the only thing they have going for them is their looks.”

Jack: “I understand now. You’re right. We have to change the way we see the world. And maybe that starts with how we see each other.”

Host: The rain stops, leaving behind a soft, fresh stillness in the air. The moonlight breaks through the clouds, washing over them both. The silence between them is no longer heavy, but instead filled with a sense of resolution, as though they’ve come to a shared understanding.

Jeeny and Jack sit together in the quiet, their shared thoughts lingering in the air as the city slowly comes back to life around them.