Why being ugly girl is better then being pretty girl.
Imagine you are a pretty girl. Real beauty, everyone admire. You have no flaws, you have radiance and that special glow around you. You do not have to do anything to make yourself pretty; you are natural and never knew being other then that. Ain’t that every girl’s dream? To be beautiful and have guys piled up along your way…And the only worry a beautiful woman can face is the uncertainty if the men that go after her because they attracted to her personality and not drooling over her looks. But surely, every not that pretty girl would say that’s not a thought that matters when you have such a boost to self-confidence.
Now…the ugly girl never has such problem. If she ever gets lucky to be loved, she knows she’s been loved for what’s within the wrappings. Unless, of course, she is a heiress of a daddy with the millions, in which case such questions will never bother her mind anyway. So…in a sense it is almost as if you’d want to find a true love, it is easier to be ugly, to be too thin or too fat, have an ordinary smile, a shapeless hairstyle…or is it?
What an ugly girl is faced with in her everydays? Is it worth that slimmest hope that someday somewhere someone might see how beautiful she is in her inner world? Every day of an ugly girl built on a strong foundation of knowledge that there is nothing to expect from the day. Her mind will put up a wall of “protection” each brick yet another reason not to make an effort to be more then she is, windows double glazed light&sound proof, dreams locked safely in the basement of reality where every wall is a mirror…it is difficult even to recognise yourself, yet alone to make an impression.
From time to time the ugly girl would meet people, make friends, share moments, all the while knowing perfectly well that the door to her castle has been drawn with the crayons, like a mural, impressive, but easy washable by the rain…people will turn away, friends move on, moments get lost in the labyrinths of memory…and the best she can do – start another day with building her wall higher still…but perhaps, this is a better alternative to the permanent uncertainty…
Investments
Not financial. Emotional. Someone told me when we trust someone, we invest our emotions into them. Emotions that we have about them are what make the trust relationship different from any other relationship. Not emotions that are visible to the world, expressed in sighs, laughs, tears to get attention. But emotions that allow us to feel more deeply, deep enough to be vulnerable, to allow them to know they have this power over us, to make it easy to be naked, to be yourself. It is almost like to show another where you keep your treasure box and trust they will never robe you. When we trust someone we are not afraid to show our emotions to them. We give them a power of knowing us, the ability to change us, we give them the keys and show the doors… not to receive something in return, but as a warrant of our trust. When we trust someone we trust that they will not violate our emotional investment. Don’t they ever…
Imagine you are a pretty girl. Real beauty, everyone admire. You have no flaws, you have radiance and that special glow around you. You do not have to do anything to make yourself pretty; you are natural and never knew being other then that. Ain’t that every girl’s dream? To be beautiful and have guys piled up along your way…And the only worry a beautiful woman can face is the uncertainty if the men that go after her because they attracted to her personality and not drooling over her looks. But surely, every not that pretty girl would say that’s not a thought that matters when you have such a boost to self-confidence.
Now…the ugly girl never has such problem. If she ever gets lucky to be loved, she knows she’s been loved for what’s within the wrappings. Unless, of course, she is a heiress of a daddy with the millions, in which case such questions will never bother her mind anyway. So…in a sense it is almost as if you’d want to find a true love, it is easier to be ugly, to be too thin or too fat, have an ordinary smile, a shapeless hairstyle…or is it?
What an ugly girl is faced with in her everydays? Is it worth that slimmest hope that someday somewhere someone might see how beautiful she is in her inner world? Every day of an ugly girl built on a strong foundation of knowledge that there is nothing to expect from the day. Her mind will put up a wall of “protection” each brick yet another reason not to make an effort to be more then she is, windows double glazed light&sound proof, dreams locked safely in the basement of reality where every wall is a mirror…it is difficult even to recognise yourself, yet alone to make an impression.
From time to time the ugly girl would meet people, make friends, share moments, all the while knowing perfectly well that the door to her castle has been drawn with the crayons, like a mural, impressive, but easy washable by the rain…people will turn away, friends move on, moments get lost in the labyrinths of memory…and the best she can do – start another day with building her wall higher still…but perhaps, this is a better alternative to the permanent uncertainty…
Investments
Not financial. Emotional. Someone told me when we trust someone, we invest our emotions into them. Emotions that we have about them are what make the trust relationship different from any other relationship. Not emotions that are visible to the world, expressed in sighs, laughs, tears to get attention. But emotions that allow us to feel more deeply, deep enough to be vulnerable, to allow them to know they have this power over us, to make it easy to be naked, to be yourself. It is almost like to show another where you keep your treasure box and trust they will never robe you. When we trust someone we are not afraid to show our emotions to them. We give them a power of knowing us, the ability to change us, we give them the keys and show the doors… not to receive something in return, but as a warrant of our trust. When we trust someone we trust that they will not violate our emotional investment. Don’t they ever…