You know that “thank god, it’s not just me” feeling? Isn’t it just about the best feeling?
Last night, while aimlessly roaming the internet, I came across I’m not pretty and I’m fine with that over at elleuk.com. V. v. unexpected. Gives me hope for mankind. I mean, I thought they were all about the pretty, but lo and behold; feminist awareness! Honestly, if you’re going to read one article this week, let it be this one. It has put me in a fabulous mood for sure, because thank god, it’s not just me!
Actually, in my case, I’m fine with that, doesn’t quite cover it. I actively steer away from pretty; it simply does not interest me. Never has. Example: when first starting to use makeup I’d use eyeliner only. Black. All. Over. My. Lid. That really hasn’t changed all that much:
You don’t do that to be pretty; I’m sure we all know that, there are others, however, that seem to be confused.
Given my interest in makeup and dresses, I suppose you could be under the impression that pretty is something I take interest in. But there is nothing inherently pretty in either; it’s a matter of how you do it. Once, random guy on bus told me that I’d be pretty if I didn’t use so much makeup. Me: Well that’s the whole point! And then I put on some more makeup. Just to prove my point. I’d made my face even paler than it naturally is, my lips so dark red a shade darker would have been black, and, obviously, a ton of black eyeliner on top of that. In addition to which my hair was black and teased into a rat’s nest. You think I’m going for pretty? In hindsight, I should probably have been clearer; he was obviously not the sharpest of knives.
In my world, not being pretty; it’s not an insult. Quite the opposite. Apparently, that has to be said.