I don’t like being called pretty. I’m more than pretty. I love cars and tinkering with them. I love driving heavy machinery and getting dirty. I love to write. I love to read. Even the most driest of research papers. I don’t like reality show in the least bit. I actually hate them. A lot.
Being “beautiful” shields people from wanting to know me the same way that being fat shielded people from wanting to know me in the past. They just decide your worth on what your outside looks like and then pass on by.
I want real people in my life full of genuine being. People that want to know the inner me. People that know what’s up with this flawed world.