I know, wah, poor me, I’m pretty. Big shit. If I didn’t need it to survive when I was younger, it wouldn’t have mattered to me. Beauty is fleeting. It’s skin-deep. It’s misleading and dangerous. Ted Bundy was considered charming and handsome and look at what he did. And no, obviously I’m not a serial killer, but I’m tired of people only taking the outside of me as my true value.
