Heather
I've always been pretty but didn't know it. When I finally realized I
was, I thought it was the most important thing, but then I realized I
was dead wrong. I don't hate the guys who underestimated me then because
I underestimated myself when I elevated the most unimportant of my
virtues to the top of my list. However, I have learned and I am proud to
say that I finally recognize which virtues contain true value:
- It's having a brain and not being afraid to show it.
- It's having standards and not being afraid to stick to them.
- It's the ability to take responsibility and be the master of my own growth, to not expect that
it's anyone else's job to lead me to happiness and success.
I'm a bitch,
but I'm not angry. I'm hopeful, because I know that I can stand on my
two feet, and because I know I'll still like myself when my looks fade,
and I earn fat and wrinkles.
I don't need a prince to come to my rescue and save me from my prison
tower. I'm able to climb down myself. If I ever find love with a man
he'll be the one who knows that I can, and he won't feel scared I've
made him obsolete. He'll be relieved that he's found someone who he
doesn't have to babysit. He'll be excited to be with an equal.
For now I love being alone with my 9 month old son. We are making it
through life with dignity and autonomy, and I've never felt so free.
I hate being told I'm beautiful by those who have just met me, as if I
should like them just because they've flattered me. I don't want a
compliment I haven't earned and physical beauty is not earned. It's just
lucky genes. When a dear friend tells me I'm beautiful, I am flattered
because I know they are speaking about all of me. I know I have earned
that compliment.
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