Being on Facebook I see many posts from various friends who seem to be lacking in the "Pretty Girl" department, or so they think. For a few weeks I have thought about this and figured I would try and explain a few things about "The Pretty Girl."
First, let me explain that I was once that girl. I turned heads, I had people come to a bar I worked at just to view the "Shooter Girl" in her little black dress (which there was actually people begging me not to retire it). I actually got chosen to play on a slow pitch team based on my looks, not for my ability, because at that point I no longer knew how to play ball! I always had a date (if I wanted) and I had a lineup of people who wanted to date me. I was told regularly that I was "hot" or "pretty" and many other things that I cannot mention here, and it wasn't always at 2 am when last call was served. I won't even type out what the first words my husband said to his friend were about me. I had many years of being that person.
Fast forward to now. I am no longer that person, mainly because I choose to be. If I really wanted to put in the effort to get the so-called perfect body back (at one point I actually had a 6 pack) and spend the hour per day getting myself ready to look that way, well I could. But, I don't. Why? Well number one, back then I may have been of value to people, but it certainly wasn't for what I brought to the table. I was eye candy, I was treated as such and yes, I got ample attention, but it wasn't necessarily good attention. I didn't have a brain to most people, as nobody took me seriously. I was viewed a completely different way (and treated as such) and I had few women friends, although ample male friends, generally with one thing on their mind. What I can say, is that the women friends I did have, were true ones as they saw me for me, and not for anything else, many of them are still in my life now and will continue to be. Jealousy often reared it's ugly head and it's not flattering on anyone. Being the recipient of it all, is definitely not fun.
Today, I am content. I have the people I need in my life. I am valued for my mind and what I know and the knowledge I possess. I am me and am not constantly watching my back to see who is talking ill of me and making up rumours. I am not worried that people will get the wrong idea when I am talking to someone of the opposite sex. (I have never really cared about what other people think of me, but it can be draining over time just listening to it). I used to actually walk up to those that were gossiping and thank them for making me feel so special. After all, I must have been important to them to put so much effort into making up stories and talking about me (most of the time, it was women; men rarely gossip). Most of the time, I didn't even know them and they didn't know me except to see me. I kind of chuckle to myself when I think about those times. I no longer have that issue (not that I am aware of anyway).
The way I view myself now is that I am a better person, of more value to the world at present and I am perfectly content to not be the center of attention. I like the fact that I blend in and go unnoticed. I don't wear makeup, I either put my hair in a pony tail, or brush it and go, and I wear frumpy clothes that are by no means trendy. I do not look the part of a CEO at all. I would rather spend the time sleeping in the morning, than getting up and getting ready. Perhaps someday, I'll decide it's time for that back, but my guess is no.
So, to all you women and girls out there that crave to be that person, trust me, it's not what you think. Unless you like the idea of being judged every move you make, seriously it's not that awesome. It's more work than anything and in the end it is very tiring.
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