Dear World,
I am sick and tired of being just a face and just a body. I am done thanking people for compliments that are only skin deep. I am over trying to show you all the many layers of who I am. I am finished with being the 'pretty girl.'
Maybe I'm being dramatic; being pretty isn't all that bad. But, just like everything else in this messed up society, there are expectations to be followed. I have anxiety over a pimple or a cold sore. I can't leave the house without my hair and makeup finished and an outfit to compliment. I'm expected to bow to any man that looks my way and flashes a smile. If he were to say, "Hello, beautiful," well, I might as well go buy an engagement ring myself.
I am far more valuable than my outer image. I am strong and smart and funny and compassionate and passionate and outgoing. This is what makes me beautiful. I am not beautiful because of my clothes or hair color or makeup. My eyebrows, contouring, push-up bra, or loose curls do not make me the person I am.
The person I am cares more about older generations and family than myself. I go out of my way to brush away a tear and hold a hand. I'm constantly learning and I love to learn. I'm anxious and distracted and I often cry when I'm alone. I sing in my car and dance everywhere I go. I am stubborn and forgiving and I love without needing to be loved in return.
I am beautiful because of who I am, not how I look.
The next time you think it's necessary to expect me to kiss the soles of your feet for mentioning my smile or my outfit choice, think again. I am done being only a pretty face.
I suggest using a dictionary to expand your adjective vocabulary.
Sincerely,
The Pretty Girl





















