the ugly duckling
I've been trying really hard to follow through with what I keep being told by everyone. That you have to like the way you look, and be confident in the way you look, before anyone else will find you attractive. But I just can't do it. It's such a lie!
Me coming to grips with what I look like, and embracing my curves, isn't going to make me attractive to other people. All the advice in the world can tell you that it's what's on the inside that counts. That confidence is key. But it's all crap. If you're not hot to begin with, you're not going to magically become hot by thinking you are. Confidence can make an average person put their best assets forward, sure, but it won't make you hot.
And let's be honest... every way I turn I hear from guys that they want hot girls. They want the girls in their 20s who're still young, hot, mini-skirt-wearing, vixens. They want the beer-commercial girls, the cheerleaders, the kindergarden teachers, the bartenders, the waitresses...
And when they've had their fill of them... then they want the perfect wife and mother. But they still jerk off in the shower thinking about the blond bombshells.
I'm no bombshell. And I'm no mother figure.
My lot in life is to be an artist. To live a life rich in travel, interesting experiences, great friends, and intellectual enlightenment. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I am so lucky to be able to have such great opportunities in my life.
But I think every little girl dreams of growing up and living out the ugly duckling story. We all want to wake up one day and find out we're swans. The truth is I'm a duck. All I'll ever be is a duck. Sure, I grew into my webbed feet.... but a duck is a duck is a duck. And a duck can never be a swan.
I've always wanted to be the pretty girl. Probably because I've always been the fat friend of the super hot girl. I always thought if I could just lose weight then maybe, just maybe... But I lost weight, and I still don't get to be the hot girl. I get to be the interesting girl, the photographer, the good friend, even the fag hag... There are many things that I get to be... but the hot girl isn't one of them.
Because not all of the ugly ducklings get to be swans.
Me coming to grips with what I look like, and embracing my curves, isn't going to make me attractive to other people. All the advice in the world can tell you that it's what's on the inside that counts. That confidence is key. But it's all crap. If you're not hot to begin with, you're not going to magically become hot by thinking you are. Confidence can make an average person put their best assets forward, sure, but it won't make you hot.
And let's be honest... every way I turn I hear from guys that they want hot girls. They want the girls in their 20s who're still young, hot, mini-skirt-wearing, vixens. They want the beer-commercial girls, the cheerleaders, the kindergarden teachers, the bartenders, the waitresses...
And when they've had their fill of them... then they want the perfect wife and mother. But they still jerk off in the shower thinking about the blond bombshells.
I'm no bombshell. And I'm no mother figure.
My lot in life is to be an artist. To live a life rich in travel, interesting experiences, great friends, and intellectual enlightenment. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I am so lucky to be able to have such great opportunities in my life.
But I think every little girl dreams of growing up and living out the ugly duckling story. We all want to wake up one day and find out we're swans. The truth is I'm a duck. All I'll ever be is a duck. Sure, I grew into my webbed feet.... but a duck is a duck is a duck. And a duck can never be a swan.
I've always wanted to be the pretty girl. Probably because I've always been the fat friend of the super hot girl. I always thought if I could just lose weight then maybe, just maybe... But I lost weight, and I still don't get to be the hot girl. I get to be the interesting girl, the photographer, the good friend, even the fag hag... There are many things that I get to be... but the hot girl isn't one of them.
Because not all of the ugly ducklings get to be swans.