I enjoyed the story right up until the end. I'm sure the author meant it to be uplifting, as in the narrator finally gained enough self-esteem to refuse the aid of someone who was offering to fulfill all her wishes and dreams, but to me it just feels like throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Personally, I would have no problem accepting magical aid (for instance, a genie's three wishes), and still feeling good about myself.
Swoopy's reading was very nice. I hope to hear her reading more of these stories.