I will never be the beautiful one.
I don’t mean this in a bad way. And I have come to terms with it. Because it just is.
I might be called the cute one. The nice one. The sincere one. But never the beautiful one.
A while back, I was at a hockey game. Two guys had the following conversation.
“Did you see that girl looking at you?”
“How could I miss her? She licked her lips when she walked by us.”
“You thinking about it?”
“I can’t because of my girlfriend.”
This is not totally verbatim, but you get the gist.
I am not that girl they are talking about. I could never walk by a couple of guys on a semi-crowded (or even empty) concourse and have this conversation take place about me. I am not the beautiful one.
I will never be 5′ 10″ (and I’m glad for that).
I will never be model skinny.
I will never have perfect hair or makeup or clothes.
I am just not the beautiful one.
But I am working on building a beautiful life. And redefining what beauty means to me and honoring myself in ways other than beauty.
Because, as we all know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And in order to truly feel beautiful, you only need one person (hint: it’s yourself) to tell you that you are.
Are you one of the “beautiful” ones? (No judgement, and you don’t have to answer that question) How do you react to conversations like that? Would you have had the same reaction as me?