Beauty
I wonder what it’s like growing up beautiful. You meet some people, and you think, wow, they’re so lucky. They’re naturally attractive, naturally beautiful. They get all the offers from the opposite sex. They don’t have to work hard to be beautiful — they just are.
I wonder what it’s like for them. Is it really a blessing? All that attention, all that praise, all those romantic interests? Is it maybe too much attention? Do people just see their good looks, and never bother or feel the need to look deeper within?
Do these naturally physically beautiful people actually have it worse off? Are they so used to receiving all the physical praise and attention, that they never learned how to see their own beauty within? Are they now subconsciously dependent on the continual approval and praise and comments of others, to reinforce their own self-image? Those of us less beautiful, those of us who got less attention — did we need to find our own identity, our own value, on our own, finding it on the inside, being stronger for it, needing no one else’s validation to confirm what we now know to be true?
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