I’m so sick of being labeled “the pretty girl.” Yes, it’s flattering. I can’t deny that it makes me feel good to be known for having a perfectly symmetrical face. I also can’t deny that I have used it to my advantage. I’ve flashed a few smiles and batted my eyelashes to get what I want. I have been quite fortunate to be born with such an aesthetically pleasing look. With or without makeup, I still look amazing. But that’s not all there is to me. Just because I am beautiful, it doesn’t mean that I don’t have other great attributes. Sometimes, I just wish people focused less on how pretty I am, and saw me for the things that I value. Like my perfect ass.
Don’t get me wrong, I am so thankful for the opportunities that being facially flawless has brought me. I can’t remember the last time I paid for a drink at a bar, I’ve never experienced rejection, and almost everyone views me as a trustworthy person just because I am attractive. But they also view me as merely “stunning.” I can feel eyes on me when I walk into a room, not a single one of those eyes are on my perfectly sculpted butt cheeks. It’s as if the only thing they can see is me walking in, but they don’t even bother watching me leave.
Being naturally gorgeous takes no effort. I just wake up and walk out of the door looking like a Grecian Goddess. My hair always cooperates, my eyes are a mesmerizing blue, and my sparkling smile can melt even the coldest of hearts. But all of that requires no physical or mental exertion. The amount of time that it takes to put a single coat of mascara on my already luscious lashes pales in comparison to the amount of hours in the gym I have spent making sure my glutes sit high and tight. The strength that I have to find within myself to push through when I want to give up looking amazing in booty shorts is unparalleled. If I don’t want to do my hair, that’s fine, because I still have my chiseled cheekbones to save me. But once I turn around, I have nothing to fall back on except dis booty. And if that means I have to spend an extra 4 minutes on the stair stepper, then so be it. My lightning speed metabolism can only do so much.
What I’m trying to say here isn’t just about me being so incredibly breathtaking. It’s about seeing people for more than just their appearance. Being pretty is crucial, but not as crucial as being passionate. What makes a person important is what is important to them. If we all took a second to appreciate each other for more than just our face, then we would all get to see another side of each other. And the side of me that I want people to see is my sweet, sweet backside..
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