Pretty Hurts…
Not All the Time; Sometimes.
And somehow I'm not expected to talk about it because am I even aware of the privilege being pretty comes with?
It's something I've had to learn about; pretty privilege and I guess that alone is a clear indication of the privilege I've walked through this earth.
I didn't set the rules; I found them.
That, of course, doesn't mean I get to oblivious of the rules and their effects. However, I, too, should be allowed to share my experiences without being looked at as if I'm playing “the victim” or I'm being ungrateful.
Because guess what? Being bullied by a bunch of hormonal and confused teenage girls because if your looks isn't fun.
Getting depressed because of it and becoming suicidal isn't pretty.
Being mistaken for just eye-candy and people being blatantly surprised you have a brain that's actually functional, isn't great.
Men looking at you like just some thing that increases their perceived value by having you beside them; never being interested in who you are as a person; that ish is lonely and annoying.
But I'm supposed to be quiet and be grateful that the social hierarchy has ne high on the scale of things.
I'm supposed to not have feelings and get hurt or offended when the same privilege renders me a target.
Well, umm, not any more.
I'm human. I'm imperfect. I have too many feels (sometimes I ask for whoever lost their feelings to come and take them from me because how are all these feels for just one person?)
There's room for two things to be true at the same time.
Life is not always a matter of this or that; actually, I think most of life is in the gray zone.
Therefore, I will not silence myself. I will not be the one to take my voice from me because it might make you uncomfortable.
I've done that for too long and now, it's time for me to own my whole story.
I will always try to be empathetic and kind, and I will also not betray myself to please anyone else. The world is big enough for all the emotions and insecurities to co-exist.
If you can't handle that, you might need a “Dr. Phil” session.
Anyways, the moral of this story; the point I hope to pass across is your story matters, regardless of what others think of feel. They're also free to have their own version of events.
The world is n big enough to handle all of our stories.
XO,
Moulding Beauty
