Yes, this is a strange question
In our age, we live in an era where the thin is beautiful, fat is ugly, if you fall short of what the media tells you, you're inadequate and not enough.
If you're told you're fat, you can either fly into a rage or cry until your eyeballs fall out. Because in this society, fat is bad (thanks Weight Loss Industry.)
But only a few hundred years ago, "chubby" was beautiful, thin was ugly (in China)
Then of course, there's the age old cosmetics industry.
Alright, having said all of that - what would you as a woman get by being "beautiful" or "attractive".
And of all of those things that beauty gives you - which would you want the most?
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I don't want to say that I'm beautiful, but I know I'm at least pretty. I hope that doesn't sound too awful. I really don't mean it to.
You get a lot of things. I bloomed late, and I think I know what the difference is between looking plain and looking pretty. Everyone pays more attention to you. Not just guys in your peer group, not even just males in general, but everyone. Women, bosses, random people on the street, even children will all notice and address you more. This is kind of good and kind of bad. There is a point where it gets to be a little tiring. I don't think I'd have what it takes to be a celebrity, because I'm sure they get 20 times as much attention as I do and I struggle with that sometimes. This sounds so obnoxious that I'm a bit uncomfortable writing it. We're not supposed to think of ourselves as pretty, right? And somehow we're just supposed to not notice that everyone is suddenly treating us differently, right? That part I don't like as much. The part where if you notice what's going on and what other people think of you, you're somehow this terrible, vain person. Not crazy about that.
What I like the most about it is this: I never had the trouble that my less attractive friends did finding a decent guy. Not that every guy on the planet would want me, but enough did that I never had to compromise anything I wanted. When I was with a good looking guy that my family and friends liked and that everyone thought I should marry, I didn't hesitate to leave when I knew I didn't love him anymore. I never wondered if I would find someone that good. I knew I would, and I knew there was a pretty good chance I'd find someone better. I know that not everyone has it that easy. I feel bad for them, but I don't think there's any way for me to even this out. So after feeling kind of guilty about it for a number of years, I finally accepted just enjoying it. So every guy I met seemed to like me at first and then I worked down from there. So even guys with girlfriends often seemed like they were ready to run away with me or whatever. So what? I didn't ask to look like this. And I seriously barely make any effort at all. I almost never wear makeup, and I haven't bought clothes in over a year. It's not my fault, just my lot. There are other things I've not been so blessed with. Lots of them. And so I can like being pretty and all the advantages it gives me.
Posting this anonymous because I guess that part of me still feels guilty for enjoying that. And yeah, I realize that kind of contradicts what I've said. It was just that I read over my little screed and didn't want anyone to think I was a bitch.2