The Pretties

     Hmmm beauty. What does it mean? So I had this dream based on this book series I read called the Uglies. Read it. In my dream, everyone were "Uglies" and we were going to undergo a surgery that would turn us into "Pretties" (make our faces symmetrical, fix our skin, etc) and everyone became a pretty except one of my friends (he's pretty attractive btw). So this dream got me thinking about what it means to be beautiful. Turns out I have no clue. When guys compliment me I just brush it off. My mom raised me to not trust any boys compliments because they only want sex but her motto came with a few side effects. Like if I'm complimented too much I start to believe its not true. Or if I like a guy and my friends say "Don't worry you're gorgeous ", I feel like they're just saying that because they're my friends. Don't get me wrong, I like my face. In fact I love my face.
     If I get the chance I will probably look at myself. Maybe not for hours long but one or two seconds max. The thing is, just because I like my face doesn't mean I'm exactly "good-looking". I'm like a decent average looking person and you know what? I don't mind. In fact, it's not that important to me. I love myself and that's all that matters. Occasionally I will take a compliment to heart and it'll really make my day but usually I like when people compliment my intelligence or my sense of humor or stuff like that. That's why I've never understood why some of my friends think being pretty is the most important thing ever. In my dream my "ugly" friend was still attractive to me even though everyone thought he was hideous.

I don't really know where I'm going with this but the moral of this story is just calm down with the looks thing. Chances are you're fine just the way you are (as long as you upkeep yourself).