I am not a beautiful person. I don’t turn heads and never have*. Then again, I’ve never wanted to. Instead, I strive to be heard for my wit, my mind, and my impressive collection of hardback books. Furthermore, I find being attractive and flaunting that attractiveness to be SHAMEFUL.
Okay; okay…. I’m not talking about showing skin as an invitation for sex. That’s a little obvious of an answer. What I’m asking is why being proud of beauty is wrong. Beauty is a heritable trait, like intelligence. It takes work to look good, like how piano-playing takes practice. Only a few people are beautiful, much like how only a few people are successful.
Yet, I think intelligence, musical ability, and success are good things. They’re admirable. Sexiness? Not so much.
Why is it taboo to play off looks, especially as a female? Why do I look away when a voluptuously thin woman catwalks past? Why do I judge the pretty girl at the bar?
What’s so bad about beauty??
Here’s what posted over the last week:
Wednesday, February 23: Asked where you’ll all be in five years…
Friday, February 25: Friday Photo. Really, Wal-mart? Really?
Sunday, February 27: Shared Pete’s fantastic quote.
Monday, February 28: “I’m a Mormon, So” I’m no druggie.
Tuesday, February 29ish: Tried a limerick about graaiins.
REMEMBER TO ENTER THE TERRIBLE POETRY CONTEST BEFORE TOMORROW MORNING (MST).
©2022 Chel Owens
*-except for that time I walked through the computer science building at college. Those boys hadn’t never seen a woman.