I’m the disheveled, curvy, small foil to the tall, perfectly made-up beauties who I’ve seen society hold up as the ultimate standard of beauty. And not once in my life has anyone ever called me stunning. At best, when I put on the right makeup and throw on the right flattering outfit, I look cute and pretty. Sometimes even a little bit sexy if I really go for it. But not stunning. Never, ever stunning.
IMAGINE HOW EXHAUSTING It FEELS TO BE IN THIS WOMAN'S HEAD. All the self-deprecating comments, I'm tired.
