Am I Beautiful?
Am I Beautiful?
Today a woman made me ask myself this.
Am I pretty or am I repulsive?
"You should change your face while you're still young. Burn those marks off before you get too old. I met another girl with those on her face. She said she thought they were cute, but I suggested she get rid of them. When I came back to that store and saw her, her face was plain."
Me- Ha. Um. O-k. Thanks. Bye.
As I stared at her like a deer blinded in the saturation of high beams. I studied her face. Tight eyelids, exaggerated cheek bones. Not a wrinkle on her face, they were all hiding below her chin. This woman had a bad face lift.
Those were the longest few seconds of my world. After picking myself up off the floor I'd been body slammed to, I started evaluating my entire appearance.
Maybe I'm not a plain jane. Maybe I wont ever blend in with a crowd. But maybe I prefer it this way. I've looked the way I do for nearly 20 years now. I guess I shouldn't let a 40 year old woman with a sagging face, dictate the manipulation of my own face. When it comes down to it really, it's my own opinion of myself that matters most. And despite being one of the most insecure girls you'll ever come across, I've accepted who I am, the way I look, and how the world might see me.
Fuck perfection. It's a useless chase.
Today a woman made me ask myself this.
Am I pretty or am I repulsive?
"You should change your face while you're still young. Burn those marks off before you get too old. I met another girl with those on her face. She said she thought they were cute, but I suggested she get rid of them. When I came back to that store and saw her, her face was plain."
Me- Ha. Um. O-k. Thanks. Bye.
As I stared at her like a deer blinded in the saturation of high beams. I studied her face. Tight eyelids, exaggerated cheek bones. Not a wrinkle on her face, they were all hiding below her chin. This woman had a bad face lift.
Those were the longest few seconds of my world. After picking myself up off the floor I'd been body slammed to, I started evaluating my entire appearance.
Maybe I'm not a plain jane. Maybe I wont ever blend in with a crowd. But maybe I prefer it this way. I've looked the way I do for nearly 20 years now. I guess I shouldn't let a 40 year old woman with a sagging face, dictate the manipulation of my own face. When it comes down to it really, it's my own opinion of myself that matters most. And despite being one of the most insecure girls you'll ever come across, I've accepted who I am, the way I look, and how the world might see me.
Fuck perfection. It's a useless chase.