I wish that I was ugly.
My opinion of my own looks is very poor. I see every wrinkle, line, blemish, and bulge and wonder why I’m often referred to as “pretty”. I understand that conventionally I meet the standard definition of attractive. But when I look at myself…blah. And it’s nothing that self-love, or affirmations, or even therapy is ever going to fix.
You’d never know it based on my life decisions. My poor grammar probably doesn’t help either. But I’m actually smart. I’ve even been officially tested and all that jazz. School is a breeze for me, I read very quickly, can pick up languages with ease (except for Spanish, me and Spanish don’t get along lol)
So I often wonder what my life would have turned out like if I hadn’t spent my entire childhood hearing nothing positive about myself, except for: “you’re beautiful”.
I didn’t have any encouragement or positive role models anyways. But if I was ugly would I have focused more in school?
If I was less popular in school, would I have partied less and gotten into less trouble (that snowballed as I aged)?
Would all those men who eventually destroyed me, have ever been in the picture?
Most importantly, would the porn career that’s wrecked me, have even happened at all?
No way of ever knowing. But I like to fantasize about an alternative life. The one where I was born ugly. And now I’m a happy chiropractor living somewhere in a flyover state. Loving my job, my house, my and taking vacations. I bet I’d even have an equally ugly husband and a couple of unattractive kids. Probably a couple of dogs and cats in the picture too. Sounds like a wonderful life.
I wish it were mine.