Friday, July 18th, 2008
beauty is fleeting.
I’ve been pondering over the word “beautiful” & have been trying to collect my thoughts surrounding its myths & misconceptions. It’s true that everyone wants to be considered beautiful or charming. Everyone, I’m sure, has wished they could be someone else. All because the grass seems greener on the other side of things. I am certainly guilty of these thoughts & I’m not too ashamed to admit that. Well, maybe just a little.
Talking about “beauty” is difficult for me; I want everyone to know this. I can never find the right words to describe my feelings on the matter. Even now, I am stuttering over my thoughts as though I am speaking them out loud. Beauty has so much relevance in this world, which makes it extremely powerful & impacting. To not be “beautiful” is to be shunned & looked over; to be unattractive (not just physically, but mentally) is to be lonely & undesirable. This cruel world is doing numbers on the minds of women because of these cosmetic judgments. For instance, I think it’s a shame that one must be a certain size to be the acceptable weight; not too thin, not too “fat.” I find it hard to stomach the fact that most plus size models are a size 5. How can that be? I wear a size 5; does this mean I am plus size? This whole idea of beauty & weight & appearance makes me terribly distressed; not just for me, but for others.
I will not lie that this whole subject boils me even more so because, with my outward appearance, there is a bit of a misconception that none of this would be of any concern to me. I suppose I have no real reason to complain, depending on how you look at it. But that’s what troubles me most: why shouldn’t I complain? Does it make me a strange girl to be irked by the amount of pressure that is put on me — by my family, mostly — to be the pretty one? Am I weird to be bothered by suffocating compliments by strangers? Is there something wrong with me that instead of enjoying this attention that I find it disgusting & materialistic?
This so-called “beauty” comes with a price. I’ve been in scary situations where I have been followed in stores by gawking men, holding their crotches & making grunting noises in their throats. I’ve had men in their 60s strike up conversations with me, just to see if I’d like to date them. I’ve been driving in my car, & had hoodlums shout at me from their windows, asking if they could “holler” at me. I have been innocently window shopping in the mall, only to be grabbed by the arm by a nosy admirer & asked, “What ARE you?” (& by this question, they mean to know what nationality I am. Apparently, it’s difficult for people to decipher my ethnicity because I get this infringing question most.)
Disturbingly, I have been poked, pinched & prodded about my weight. There have been so many times where a random stranger will creep up to me & ask me if I ever eat. Some have even asked me point blank if I have an eating disorder. Of course I don’t! But even so, is it any of their business to know why I am so thin? Does it even matter? I’ve toyed with the idea of answering them in a simple way, “Why, yes. As a matter of fact I DO have an eating disorder. Thank you for noticing!” just to see the ridiculous looks on their faces, hoping they have learned their lesson in asking presumptuous & trespassing questions.
All the while, I am not trying to bring this senseless attention to myself. I don’t wear revealing or loud clothes. I’m not strutting down a hot pavement in heels & a cocktail dress. I am not fishing for compliments; I am not expecting approval. I am just myself. I am quiet, shy & a bit timid. Truthfully, I try to go unnoticed most of the time. Yet… people flock to me as though I’m asking for their undivided fixations. Sometimes, I just want to be left alone. Sometimes I want to be treated like I am — dare I say? — obsolete.
There are some women who enjoy this kind of flattery; some are models, some are movie stars, & some are just urban divas in need of a sufficient compliment to lift their spirits. I am not any of these women. I am not one to brag. While I have been blessed with the features of my mother & father, I do not gloat in what has been given to me. I don’t want to be made a spectacle of. I don’t want to be known for my looks or my legs or my hair; I want to be known for my mind & the words that escape my mouth.
I loathe knowing that beauty is such a big factor in this world. It makes me sick to hear women say that the reason they get plastic surgery to correct their “flaws” is because “prettier women make it farther in life.” Is that really so? I mean, statistically I’m sure… but does it truly matter? & why? To know I am apart of this statistic, a statistic I never wanted to be in at all, infuriates me. I hate knowing that little girls — much like my 13 year old cousin — are obsessed with their looks & depict long hair, for instance, as being one of the biggest indicators of female beauty. Who decided this? Quite frankly, I could care less if I even had hair & I’ve played with the idea of shaving it off, just to prove that hair doesn’t make beauty.
If I could declare one thing to the world, it would be that I am more than just my looks. Because I hate to think that all of the jobs I got was because I was “pretty” or all the friends I made liked me because I was “pretty” or the reason Lover fell in love with me was because I was “pretty.” If I could dumb myself down a little to show that I have flaws & low levels of confidence, I would, if only to make beauty seem useless. I would love to shout from the rooftops of this superficial city “The grass is never greener on the other side.” I would love to tell each woman that they are beautiful, regardless of what they look like. They are beautiful because they are alive, because they are breathing air, because they smile & laugh, because they are unique, because they are themselves.
Beauty is nothing without intelligence. Beauty is nothing without integrity or modesty. Beauty is nothing without personality or imperfections. Beauty is nothing without heart or kindness. Beauty is nothing without originality or self-sacrifice. & even with all of those things, beauty is fleeting.
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 9:50 am:
This is such a beautiful, brutally honest post honey.
I could easily see this in a magazine or an op-ed piece in a newspaper. I think this is the best thing I’ve ever read from you.
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 9:52 am:
Beauty is such a difficult topic to tackle and you did it beautifully! ^_- People have a misconception from my blog and pictures that I am comfortable with my body when I am actually incredibly uncomfortable…it’s just I feel if I don’t point out what I dislike people will be less likely to notice.
I think part of the problem too is our society’s obsession with it. I have long come to the conclusion that I am average in appearance and that doesn’t bother me because I value other things more. Why do we have so many beauty shows and model shows about making people feel beautiful, yes that is important but can’t we all teach them to feel intelligent or just value other parts of themselves more? At the end of the day the appearance shouldn’t be all that matters…
My I do yammer on, but I quite liked your post.
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 9:59 am:
First off I believe the term is “holla” with an ‘a’, not “holler”… trust me I know this. I took Hood 101… I failed the class but kept the notes!
Secondly I agree with you wholeheartedly… especially that last paragraph. Very well stated. All I can say is that it’s a sad truth that we do live in a world that places a very high value on aesthetics. It’s something we have to try to change, but in the mean time we have to work thru it in such ways as you’re doing. By making it known and declaring to all that you’re much more than a shell.
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 10:20 am:
this was amazing. yes, you are a beautiful girl but your words are fore more beautiful. thanks for this :)
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 12:50 pm:
Beauty is so complicated.
While I reading this, I was reminded the way I feel about my race.
You didn’t ask to be beautiful, for people to treat you better because of it. You didn’t ask to get an advantage because of the way you look.
But that doesn’t mean it’s not there.
I may get frustrated that people treat me differently because I’m not a minority. That I don’t get profiled at the airport or by police.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t get to enjoy those advantages. Even as disgusted as I am that the “advantages” are there.
Really, I’m frustrated because I have friends who ARE profiled. Because I work with people are treated differently because of the way they work. And I think that’s what disgusts me the most.
It’s the same with beauty. Being treated well isn’t a problem. But it’s the way others who aren’t as “beautiful” are mistreated or judged that is really the problem.
I don’t know if I’m making much sense - there’s a lot of thoughts ricocheting around in my mind. :-)
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 12:51 pm:
*People are treated differently because of the way the LOOK, ot the way they WORK. Oops!
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 1:02 pm:
this is simply beautiful.
and officially my favorite post of yours.
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 2:09 pm:
amazing post! i loved reading how you explain your thoughts.
i don’t think you can define beauty as it’s so different to different people. now i’m home from uni i walk down my local high street and get constantly leered at, with strange men oggling me and making comments, it’s scary and unwanted. but at uni i felt ugly and unattractive compared to the 500 smart, beautiful girls i shared halls with and knew for a fact i was the bottom of the heap when the guys rated us. i guess it’s just life, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but i believe it’s personal confidence and self worth that gets you places, not how beautiful other people find you. if you don’t believe it then it makes no difference
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 3:29 pm:
Good Gawd! I am a size 8-10 ! I must be in the obese model category, if a 5 is “plus size!”
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 4:22 pm:
Beauty really is a doubled edged sword and it enrages me that society still promotes the idea that a woman’s worth is defined by how beautiful she is and how many men want to sleep with her.
I am so glad I have a son because I have massive issues with the sexualisation of young girls and the curent raunch culture. Girls getting bikini waxes as soon as they grow pubic hair? Pole dancing as sport? Teens wearing t-shirts saying porn star? Where is the world going?
And the crazy thing is beauty can be such a transitory thing. And one these days that is becoming warped by cosmetic surgery. Leaf through a mens magazine and most of the women look enhanced. Fake lips. Fake boobs. What’s beautiful about that? They may as well be gawkign at a plastic doll.
I am certainly no supermodel but I’m pretty enough, tall, curvaceous and busty. I don’t have a body that current fashion likes, but men are another matter. At my best I have the body of a 50s sex bomb and this attracts all kinds of freaks who think I’m trying to be sexy, even if I’m wearing a t-shirt and jeans. They don’t seem to get that I can’t make the boobs smaller and the ass less rounded. This is not for their benefit, it’s just my body.
Since I had my son I have struggled with my weight more and though I have peeled off about 10kg, I still have another 5-7kg to go until I am at my pre-pregnancy weight. In some ways this is a good thing. Men still gawk at my boobs, but I don’t get hassled that much anymore. I am more of the invisible mummy and I am sad to say that is a relief.
Great piece, Apricot.
Kelly
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 5:49 pm:
As a guy I can say that undoubtedly I’m attracted to and appreciate beautiful women. Yet that’s not the only thing that I find attractive. I like confidence and aliveness and spunk as well as intelligence.
I’m not going to tell you what to do about your beauty about your feelings about it. I do know that acceptance and appreciation tend to allow us to see every thing as gifts, even those we didn’t ask for.
Thanks for helping me see I side of beautiful women that I wasn’t aware of.
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 8:19 pm:
first off: wow, you are an amazing writer and articulate your ideas in such a flawless way, i am jealous.
and i understand what you’re talking about and really agree with you.
love reading your blog!
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 8:27 pm:
You are amazing with words.
I don’t even know how to comment on this. You said it all; and it’s all true.
You’re a marvel.
♥ANGST
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 9:12 pm:
Wow, you really do have some amazing writings. I always feel what you are writing. With this writing I feel like you hit the nail on the head. I was actually writing to Laurel a while ago about how skinny I have always been and how much I disliked it growing up. People always asking me how much I weigh or what size I am. It made me feel weird. I felt very shapeless and different. But in my senior year of high school that all went away. I realized that I am who I am and to embrace it. I still struggle with it sometimes but I just try to except it. I am still painfully shy though, which I think I commented to you about before. I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of that though, I always just migrate to those who I know whenever I’m out.
As far as guys, I hate it when theny try to talk to me I’m still not use to it, which is probably why I haven’t had a boyfriend in years. Yes I said it years, the idea of dating makes me very uncomfortable right now. I’m fairly certain that whomever I end up dating will most likely be a close friend of mine. I just feel like what matters most is the type of person you are and not what you look like. I think my main fear is that guys aren’t interested in what type of person I am and but just mainly the image I portray.
I’m still shocked that I have pictures of myself on my blog, but I mostly created for my resume because I am majoring in fashion design, business and marketing. So it kind of helps me show my visual capabilties. I am really amazed at how absolutely amazing everyone has been to me though. Its like a little blog family and everyone supports one another. It definitely brings another positve light to me and I am amazed at that.
It feels good getting these things out. Sometime’s I feel like no one knows how I am feeling. But I know that I am a good person and that I have a good heart and that’s all that really matters in the end. My only hope is people see that in me. One thing I can say is that I’ve only been reading your blog for a short while, but I can already see that in you!!
Sorry sometimes I really ramble on. I didn’t mean to write so much, but sometimes I just can’t help it.
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 10:42 pm:
I think confidence corresponds with beauty. There are some “plus sized” girls that carry themselves well in their wardrobe and are just so beautiful that I can’t help but watch them move with a grace that I will never posses… short and thin that I am (and graceless haha!!)
I think beauty is also ideas, words, poetry, individual thoughts. Someone with something interesting to say is that much more beautiful for it. Physical beauty will pass, but inner beauty will make you immortal. :)
on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 11:28 pm:
You need to write professionally, my dear.
I agree with many- I think this is the best piece that I’ve read from you. You have a wonderfully articulate way of getting out your feelings and opinions, that is just so nice to read.
You have a great talent- and you’re right, you absolutely are beautiful (with fantastic fashion sense, obviously) but you have extreme talent and a great head on your shoulders.
on Saturday, July 19th, 2008 at 12:07 am:
the last paragraph is so powerful. i completely agree with you.
on Saturday, July 19th, 2008 at 5:46 am:
Wow… you know, this really resonates with me. I was leafing through the usual websites that I like to check after work, before going to sleep, and I came upon this entry and was grateful to have something like this to read on one of my “Ugh, I feel like a fat cow!” days (which I am ashamed to admit, I have).
I find it infuriating, also, that long hair is instantly equated with beauty. Infuriating enough that I have shaved my head three times now. The comments that come with doing this are disgusting: “Hey, are you a Neo Nazi?” “So you’re one of those girls who likes girls, huh?” It’s made me want to say something equally ugly in return, like “No, I’m actually going through chemotherapy.” just to watch their slack-jawed looks of bovine fear.
Anyway, enough rambling. Thanks for this, it’s a real picker-upper :)
on Saturday, July 19th, 2008 at 7:39 am:
wow, I have only come across your blog recently and really like it (^_^)
I think this entry hits really close to home for me; I have had some of the same experiences. I recently started a new job and felt unsure about my new responsibilities, and someone thought it was a good idea to reassure me by saying “its ok, your beautiful.” I felt so many emotions at once and then realized…yeah alot of people must look at me and think I have an easier time, when all I think about is how much I get harassed.
Thanks :-)
on Saturday, July 19th, 2008 at 11:18 am:
@ Everyone: Thank you so very much for all the stories & words of encouragement. I didn’t think that this post would get such positive feedback, because the subject itself is very controversial. To be honest, I almost didn’t post this because I didn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression. But I am so glad I did; most importantly, I am glad that everyone seemed to understand where I was personally coming from with all of this.
I’m very flattered at all the compliments I have been getting on my writing. I’m speechless, really. I don’t know what to say, other than thank you over & over. :]
on Saturday, July 19th, 2008 at 12:31 pm:
Beautifully expressed thoughts in this article!
You might appreciate a friend of mine who was to be the keynote speaker at a women’s business convention. My friend had recently lost her hair due to illness.
Spontaneously during her speech about appearances and how we deal with them, she was inspired to remove her wig and finish her speech completely bald headed. Everyone in the building not only got the point full force but also gave her a standing ovation!
Lexi
on Saturday, July 19th, 2008 at 2:04 pm:
Okay, so I hope you can appreciate a little conflicting perspective. I’d like to say first off that I think you’re a very sweet, sentimental, deep-feeling and good hearted person. I enjoy coming to your blog and enjoy reading your blog because from what I’ve read you’re very honest with your writing. That said, when I read the first few paragraphs of this in my reader I said to myself, “cut the crap.” Now, I said this knowing I would just stroke your comments section with superficial compliments and kudos rather than coming with a contrasting argument, especially in light of all of the nods and praises you’ve receieved, but the more I read the more annoyed I became.
Honestly, I realize what you are trying to convey, “Woe is me. My beauty is such a curse. Take this from me Lawd.” And you do it in such a nonchalant way that if one isn’t keen, they might miss the whole part where this is a self loving and narcissistic post. Yes, I get that you covered the part where you don’t see it as a privilege, and played up the modesty bit but I’m calling “Shenanigans”. :) (In a non-hateful and very friendly way of course) I just want a contrary comment up here in the shadow of all of this praise :) :) :)
With all due respect - It’s a blatant contradiction of your blog at the least. Upon visiting, one sees a person who is obviously comfortable in her skin, adorning her body with the latest fashions and constantly posting self shots that she’s (evidently) proud of. You don’t look like someone scratching her nails on the ground while stooped to the floor in sackcloth and ashes beating her chest and cursing the day she was born.
Here’s what this sounds like to me: 1)The rich privileged kid who whines about… anything 2) The American who worries about how he’s going to pay his cable/internet bill 3) The thin girl who complains about being fat 4) The pretty girl who says she’s not pretty to garner more extolments 5) One that declares “racism is over” while never being faced with a blatantly racist situation themselves 6) A person who has all of their faculties and health and complains about… anything.
Now these aren’t 1:1 comparisons obviously. But there is an element of all of these in this cavalier discourse of how your beauty is a heavy and twisted cross that you bear and one should be so thankful that they aren’t vexed as such. (BTW, this subject aside, we are likely all guilty of these things at some level.)
My issue is that, and I believe you understand this, I see it as condescending; yea, a slap in the face to those who are lesser fortunate. Certainly you must have cringed at times when you wrote out these vain assumptions of yourself? You played on ungratefulness a little but I don’t see you as ungrateful because I know that you are not.
It all went wrong when you started out assuming that we all understood you were/are beautiful. Those who are powerful, those who are rich, those who are confident and those who are beautiful don’t have to talk about it. It’s a known thing to them. They don’t need the approval of man in order to be ascertained that they are rich, powerful, confident or beautiful. They certainly don’t need to pretend to hate what they’ve been blessed with or play it down except to self-glorify. A Buddhist monk doesn’t go cursing his enlightenment, nor does he go about flaunting it.
With all of this said, I hope you’re smiling right now with a big cheesy grin at my opposition. =) Please don’t be pissed at me for giving a fair opposing comment to your blog. I really do want to be your blog friend, I’m just trying to get some harmless banter going. 8D <– big cheesy push-over of a guy smile
Additionally, I realize I gave a one-sided review here, the last paragraph you wrote was very profound, you should have ended it with, “…And then he was enlightened.”
“Beauty is nothing without intelligence. Beauty is nothing without integrity or modesty. Beauty is nothing without personality or imperfections. Beauty is nothing without heart or kindness. Beauty is nothing without originality or self-sacrifice. & even with all of those things, beauty is fleeting.” - Apricot
on Saturday, July 19th, 2008 at 3:06 pm:
@ Lexi: what an extraordinary story! Things like that inspire me, greatly.
@ Sean C: Well, sir, you have officially outdone yourself! What a long, drawn-out response, filled with so many interesting point of views & controversy. I am going to do my best to dissect your comment to its fullest potential, while trying to clear the dust & redeem myself a little.
I was delighted when I read your comment! Because I am one to appreciate a good dose of negative feedback. & while the praise (as you call it) was lovely, I was almost hoping for a little change of pace, just so that I could explain myself further… which I will attempt to do here. But, I do hope that your controversial comment was done because you felt it so, not because you wanted to stir up some trouble & break the cycle of the “praise” I was getting.
The fact that you feel like I am exclaiming, “Woe is me. My beauty is a curse!” in this post makes me laugh because that is not what was said here at all. I believe you took a lot of things out of the context here, simply because you wanted to be different in your approach. This whole post was based on the fact that I feel like beauty is often put on a higher pedestal than, say, intelligence. I feel that MY personal beauty — whether it is true or not — & anyone’s personal beauty is often more important to people than the words that are coming out of my/their mouth.
I’m sorry you feel like this is a self-loving, narcissistic post. I must admit that it’s a bit difficult to write about Beauty without it sounding a bit vain. In no ways have I ever claimed that I am beautiful, greater than thou, or whatnot. I am saying all of this based on what has been given to me ever since a young child. & that fact that it has bothered even my youngest sister, to the point where she felt inferior to me because I am “the pretty one,” pisses me off. Originally, that is why I wrote all of this, to prove that my beauty bothers me, simply because beauty is far too supreme in this world. There are a lot of gray areas to this, so I am certain that this is why you feel the way you do. It’s all about how you look at things. But please know that I wasn’t bragging on myself, nor was I trying to be the “poor little rich girl.” Everything I stated here was based on personal experience. I have retained everything that has happened to me & because of this, I have come to a lot of conclusions that my “beauty” has given me a lot of popularity, praise & speculation… & that infuriates me.
I’d also like to point out that I am NOT rich, nor am I more fortunate than any other. The only difference between me & the next woman is my face. Whether it’s beautiful or not is for people to decide. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, of course.
I’d also like to mention that my “fashion posts” are posted as a therapy to me. Because I suffer from what a lot of women suffer from, which is low self esteem. The pictures I take are taken on a tripod, when no one else but myself is around. I loathe taking pictures. I very rarely willingly take a picture, unless it’s me & my apartment, alone in solitude. I am self conscious just like everyone else. But these “fashion posts” help me to break the cycle of my camera shyness… & when I see myself on the computer screen & know that hundreds of other people are seeing me too, it’s often scary but gratifying because even in spite of my hang ups with myself, I was brave enough to be vulnerable. Not just with my photos, but with my writings as well.
I don’t want to make my comment as long as yours, because it’s taking up too much time & I have things to do. I do not feel like I need to defend myself, as much as I feel like I need to make you aware of how you are viewing things in comparison to what I am actually saying. But of course, you are entitled to your opinion & I appreciate your words, whether they were said in vain or not.
on Saturday, July 19th, 2008 at 4:47 pm:
No I was not trolling or flaming. I certainly wasn’t doing it to cause controversy, although falling against the grain can be good at times. That was my feeling, but how do you say something like that with out sounding mean or deliberate?
I really, really appreciate your respectful retort. I didn’t feel a tinge of resentment either, which is great because that means you spoke with out animosity. You took me at my word, which was in the name of a balanced view, and respectfully replied.
You have cleared the waters for me Apricot. A picture tells a thousand words and in your pictures I do see a shy, coy and quiet person. Not one who is weak though. Not a drip of pompous, better-than-thou shows through in fact. You have a very sweet disposition, that seems apparent.
It sounds like your struggle deals quote a bit with how your looks have stifled your sister (or others), and made her feel smaller. That really is sad. I can see how then it would be vexing because you aren’t like the ones who aspire to be the most beautiful, and you certainly aren’t manipulative with it. I have really read this out of context. The context would be in knowing you though. Which through your writing I might very well know more about you. I’ve just only begun to read your blog.
Thank you for your respectful reply, heck thank you for replying. You didn’t have anything to defend but you did handle, very well, an aspect of your post that one might consider when they read it.
on Sunday, July 20th, 2008 at 12:16 am:
Such a great post. I think beauty is something that is so incredibly subjective that it will never stop being a very debated topic.
on Sunday, July 20th, 2008 at 1:44 pm:
Amazing post. Definitely gives me something to mull over. Well done.
on Sunday, July 20th, 2008 at 3:24 pm:
if anyone had any doubt: your writing proofs your point so well. it is truly “beautiful”! thanks for that post!
on Sunday, July 20th, 2008 at 7:06 pm:
I found Sean’s comments so interesting because they say to me that he really doesn’t get how women are fawned over or ridiculed for their physical appearance. You’re not saying you’re Angelina Jolie, you’re just sick of this genetic shell you show the world getting all the attention and being seen as the most important part of who you are.
And when it comes to the destructiveness of our parents labelling us, beauty isn’t the only definer. In my family I’m the “smart one” because I was easily academic at school. That sucked for my brother because he took it to mean he wasn’t. It’s only in adulthood that he’s had his own significant achievements and I hope he knows now he is also smart, even if he’s not a book worm like me.
The problem is when we make shallow judgments of people and try to put them in a box where we don’t see the entirety of who they are. And that’s something all of us should rail against.
Cheers
Kelly
on Monday, July 21st, 2008 at 11:17 am:
Beauty has always been important. It’s not just our culture. Humans were always attracted to beauty.
Personally, I think beauty does have value. Even when not accompanied by other qualities. Beautiful people, beautiful architecture, breathtaking nature… beauty enriches our lives and makes us happy.
Sure, beauty doesn’t last, so if you’re smart, you will lay the foundations for future occupations that do not rely on your looks. But you, my dear, are a beautiful woman and you should not be apologizing for it or feeling self-conscious about it. You should be proud of it, use it to your advantage when appropriate and celebrate it.
on Monday, July 21st, 2008 at 2:57 pm:
This is a brilliant post — ’nuff said.
on Monday, July 21st, 2008 at 11:56 pm:
Great post! Very authentic! You’ve said it all!
How true that a pretty woman tends to be able to get further in terms of success! And yet in itself, beauty is never a permanent thing!
Thanks for sharing,
Evelyn
on Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 at 1:57 pm:
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on Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 at 10:56 pm:
Great post. i like the last paragraph. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Imagine the people especially women who were treated badly because others think they are not “beautiful”…Just be grateful for what you are and for what you have. Your experiences are nothing compared to the experiences of others who suffered isolation and disgust from other people because of their so called “undesirable” looks.