I don't want this to sound like a cry of attention or as though I am proud, which is why I'm posting anonymously. This is not to be deemed as for any other purpose than to throw some insight onto what it's like to be a conventionally good looking female.
So here are ways conventional beauty has affected my life.
1) How It Has Affected Work
One day I got called into the office at my place of work. In fear that I had forgotten to complete a task or had accidentally broken something, you can imagine how caught off guard I felt when my manager and supervisor explained to me what the problem was.
They said that I couldn't wear a lightly padded or no bra when I came to work anymore. Not because it was offending anyone, or that I appeared less dressed than any of my co-workers, but because I might be turning on the customers and they were concerned that I might be targeted for stalkers and/or rape if I wasn't more conservative with my choices in undergarments.
Another day it was suggested by a supervisor that I stop being overly nice to customers because men might get the wrong idea and I, once again, may be targeted if I'm not careful.
The words "you're a very pretty girl, so we feel concerned..." were used in both circumstances.
Maybe if I weren't pretty, I wouldn't need to worry about being "targeted".
2) How It Has Affected My View On Men
When I was younger I knew that there were bound to be bad guys and good guys. I didn't have a distinct visual line between the two, but I knew one type would want me for my body and one type would want me for my soul.
But after a few smacks in the jaw by puberty and a little touching up to my wardrobe, I soon discovered as a teenager that most guys fall into the former category, specifically ones in my age range.
I have witnessed myself be considered just a girl guys want a crack at, rather than a friend to any guys. Guys I desperately wanted close friendships with turned me away when they realized I wasn't romantically interested in them. Because my friendship wasn't worth their time.
And with that in mind, I never know if a guy is holding a door for me out of generosity, or to check out my ass. And as funny as that sounds, it's actually pretty sad.
Maybe if I weren't pretty I wouldn't need to worry that a guy only likes me for my body.
3) How It Has Affected My View On Women
Women are naturally jealous of other women. I'm no exception to that. I will see a girl in a magazine or a pretty girl walking down the street and automatically dislike her because she makes me feel physically inferior, and I'm not ashamed to say that. It's just a psychological feeling that demands attention.
And with that in mind, I have felt myself lose multiple friends and gain multiple enemies due to girls feeling a similar way towards me. And that is also pretty depressing, because a woman shouldn't be jealous of another womans beauty, we should be supportive and respond with a "you go girl!" attitude.
Maybe if I weren't pretty, a girl wouldn't make a decision on our friendship status based on how much I intimidate her.
4) How It Has Affected My Family Members Views On Me
On more than one occasion, family members have made comments on my appearance. Usually along the lines of:
"You're such a pretty girl, you should go into modelling."
"You're such a pretty girl, you should get a secretary job at a law firm and snag a young lawyer."
"You're such a pretty girl, you should take advantage of that before it's too late."
Maybe if I weren't pretty, my family would have higher expectations of me.
Maybe if I weren't pretty, they'd suggest I become a lawyer.
5) How It Has Affected Strangers Opinions On Me
More often than would be expected, people automatically assume I'm not very bright. How could I be? With a pretty face like that, why would I need to be bright?
People automatically assume I'm not athletic. How could I be? With a pretty face like that, why would I ever do sports?
People automatically assume I need protection to go anywhere by myself. How could I be safe? With a pretty face like that, why would I possibly walk to the store by myself at 7pm?
Maybe if I weren't pretty, people would believe I know how to handle myself. Alone.
But hey, I should't be complaining.
I "lucked out in the gene pool", right?
I "don't have to worry about finding a man", right?
I "have a face other girls would die for", right?
But I guess the grass is always greener.