Sitting on the edge of the playground, a little freckled-face boy with curly red hair begins to cry as he watches the other kids play. A lonesome tear glistens down the side of his cheek as he stares at his scrapped knees and blistered hands. The other boys laugh and mock at his pain when they run by. He cannot understand why they make fun of his red hair and southern accent. Sounds a little bit familiar doesn't it"

Lonesomeness and solitude is an inevitable trepidation every adult and adolescent. We all yearn for acceptance and social affiliation even when ironically; we judge and refuse to accept others for who they are. We allow the media to write the social rules of acceptance in our society that has engrained it into our expectations. It tells us how we should look, how much we should weigh, and what kind...