A note to women who think if they felt pretty they’d feel better about themselves in general.
It’s a lie. Don’t believe them.
I know I’m pretty. I’ve used it to my advantage on occasion. That’s a benefit of knowing that you’re pretty, I guess, as long as you don’t over-use it or something.
Being pretty, knowing you’re pretty, has no impact on the rest of your self-image. If you think you’re a failure, being pretty doesn’t make that feeling go away. If you feel like you can’t accomplish anything, being pretty doesn’t encourage you to try. If you feel like people are rejecting you, being pretty doesn’t make them stay. If you’re depressed and suicidal, being pretty won’t help you in the least. If you start to believe that all people want you around for is sex, being pretty is your enemy. If you feel like no one will hire you with your skillset and experience, being pretty will not get you a satisfying job.
So for those who believe that somehow, if only they were confident about how beautiful they were, their lives would be better… just don’t believe it. It’s not true. Pretty people are still fucked up. They still get depressed. They still can’t find jobs, they still feel rejected by friends and guys they’re interested in. They still think they’re never good enough. They still cry themselves to sleep at night sometimes. They still hurt. They still die.