life :: pretty is useless

I DEDICATE THIS POST TO ANY GIRL WHO HAS EVER FELT UGLY, FAT, ASHAMED, WORTHLESS, USED, ABUSED, MISTREATED OR NOT APPRECIATED.

“Be brainy, be inspiring. Pretty is useless.”

 

Time upon time I do not feel pretty. It’s common, isn’t it? 

You put on your favourite outfit on a day that you’re feeling low and end up thinking you’re the ugliest elephant in the world. 

But no, girls. Beauty is undefinable. Do not segregate yourself from the realm of attractiveness. Someone out there will find you the prettiest girl in the world. Someone will love you one day. There is no need to rush.

My confidence has surged recently. I’ve been on first dates with a couple of guys who’ve called me beautiful – I’ve just sat there either laughing or stunned from across the table. I will never quite get why. They always go “what?!” while I’m sat there laughing my arse off. In all honesty, I should just accept it. And I do, I suppose. I always say thank you. And I always compliment them back, no matter what I feel. 

But why do I not believe it?

I believe charm is what wins people over. Your smile is important to everyone, it will show them if you’re enjoying their company and that whatever is happening is right and what you want. 

Intelligence holds a massive place in my heart. I find knowledge attractive in anyone, and if someone has a passion for something I’d happily sit and listen for hours until they run out of things à dire. 

Finding ourselves in what other’s think of us is not how we should be living our lives. As my friend said:

So many girls and women struggle to be comfortable with their appearance for different reasons. We are like social actors putting on a performance through the outfits with which we choose to define ourselves as human beings.

I am the definition of a social actor. I let my outfits define me. And I don’t mean that in a literal, materialistic, I am what I wear way. I mean, I am not always myself. I am a very open, honest, trusting person but my heart is so very guarded. 

The thing is, we can make ourselves look beautiful, but we have this mindset (even I do) that only other people can make us feel beautiful. Of course, anyone you ever fall in love with and dedicate your time to have a relationship with him/her should be telling you how amazing, beautiful and charming you are. But, you’ve got to take those words and feel them. Otherwise, you’re never going to feel good about yourself.

In a world so developed yet so undeveloped, why do we still care about the human appearance? It is like money, ruling the world. The media plasters us with pictures of beautiful girls, actresses, singers, models. All those that we can’t help but aspire to look like. I’ve never really taken much influence from models – although everyone seems to claim that skinny models in magazines is a direct causes of anorexia. Sorry, I do not agree. 

We should be grateful our limbs work, and our eyes work and we have the beauty of hearing laughs and music.

I could go on and on, a preachy rant may sometime come. 
If anyone ever needs me I’m always here. Just DM me on Instagram, or tweet me at @ku_layrosas, or comment on here and I can message you somehow! 

Love, Anna
Ps. Don’t let beauty define you. Pretty is useless. 

THIS ONE IS FOR MY BEAUTIFUL BEST FRIENDS KATE, GRACE AND VICKY. LOVE YOU GUYS. 

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2 thoughts on “life :: pretty is useless

  1. Oh my, my inspirational daughter. Your words are honestly touching and my tears are falling. My fashion trade mark are my tunics. I love them. Perhaps I need to inject more colour and textures. I don’t know. What do you think?

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