I remember when I was about 13 years old when I use to babysit my neighbors kids and one day, my neighbor Jen told my parents how beautiful / pretty I was. She also told them to tell me that beauty is a blessing and a curse. I never understood that saying until now.
At the ripe age of 27 I’ve noticed the subtle nuances or the invisible rules that govern those with good-looks.
For starters, I never actually felt as beautiful as many people have told me, but I guess if strangers tell you, that must mean, you look good. Now, I hope you’re not reading this and thinking that I’m coming off as someone that is arrogant, but these are the things I’ve noticed as someone who is quote unquote physically beautiful.
- If I exude confidence, I’m automatically a bitch
- If I say nothing, I’m dumb
- If I speak my opinion, I automatically have to defend myself or give reasons as to why
- My ideas are rarely heard and my intelligence is under constant scrutiny
- I’ve only met two types of guys: push-overs, or aggressive dudes that want to be with docile women
- If I’m happy, I can’t be too happy, because that makes people uncomfortable
- If I’m sad, I have to be happy, because my emotions read well on my face
- I can’t possibly look good AND have good-judgment
- At work If I don’t ask for enough money I’m considered weak / can be taken advantage of
- Wherever I go, people already have a preconceived notion about me “she had life easy”
These 10 things aren’t me. It’s really messing with my mood and it is pretty frustrating because I hate to say this, but no matter what you look like, you shouldn’t be judged or discriminated against. It’s the same as people with disabilities. We were just born this way. Whether its good-looks, disability, or even race. We can’t change the way we were born. That’s just how it is. And living in the world, would be a lot easier if everyone was on board with this mentality.
Stay Glowing,
Danielle
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