When I was a kid, I remember coming home crying. My dad asked why and my reason was this: I got voted class president. My dad said, “that’s great, you’ll lead the class, what’s wrong with that?” Then I replied, “I wanted to be the muse”. Till now my dad tells that story to everyone. And every time he did, they would laugh. I didn’t know why though.
Then there’s this one time I was asked what I wanted to be when I grow up, I said, “ I want to be an SM sales lady”. Everyone would laugh. Again, I didn’t know why.
Editor in Chief of our High School paper, I was tasked to represent our school in that National Press Conference. They had a beauty pageant and my adviser dressed me up to join. I won, “Ms. Friendship.”
There was even a time when I’m about to meet this guy for the first time who ran like there’s a stampede going on when he saw me in person.
My exes told me that I’m the most beautiful thing that ever happened to them. But take note of the word “thing”. And every time these exes were asked what is it in me that they love most, they’d tell me, “matalino ka, funny, mabait, malambing, maasikaso”…”ano pa?” …”inaantok na ko, tulog na tayo.”
Okay, stop laughing.
Well I was programmed to believe that I was pretty. What kind of mother or father would look their kid in the eye and tell her, “hey, you’re ugly, don’t go outside.” or “ we’re very sorry if you ended up like that, I ate something really bad when I was conceiving.” Of course they’d tell you’re pretty. Just to boost your confidence or something. Or maybe just by telling you the truth it’ll slap their faces that your genes came from them. Or just by looking at your parents the truth will strike you you’d asked them, “sinong totoo kong magulang?”( I once entertained that thought)
So what am I saying here? At this point in my life, it’s just now that I realized that in this crazy world, looks has always been a qualifying factor. That in this world, the reality is that, pathetic guys, those dipsh*ts, go for those women with slender arms, manicured nails, long shiny hair and the Angelina Jolie look. And those pathetic guys are the ones you want. That being “unpretty” can be a reason for those pathetic douche bags not wanting you. Which I think is pathetic. But hey, that’s how it is. (I’ve seen a lot of women cry over those guys who ditched them saying the spark was gone and all that, then they settle with a prettier girl...F*ck that spark-lie, it isnt true, the only thing that should spark are their houses when you burn them..just kidding)
So what we foxy, awesome, funny, smart , pretty (in the truest sense of the word) women can do (aside from getting a nose job, plastic surgery or soaking our faces in salted water with chlorine) is dump those guys, forget about them, go for those who are in their sane mind who sees the real beauty in us, inside and out, beyond our skin. Those men who would make us feel that we are Angelina Jolie, treating us like a real Beauty Queen.
Because these are the men who have the balls and are brave enough to fall in love. These are the men who wouldn’t give you any reasons why they love you, because the heart can’t think nor rationalize, it could only feel. They are the ones who can look us straight in the eye and say, “YOU MADE MY LIFE BEAUTIFUL”.
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