Happy for Deep People

DON'T BLINK!

That which I thought would crucify me did the complete opposite. Thank you.

Emotional nudity is terrifying. I described it to a friend as being naked in the middle of your high school football field during a home game. We are living in a time where it is so easy to hide, from not only everyone else, but from ourselves. Everyone wants to forget the bad, only ever be happy, and forgo the sadness of life. But there is so good that can come out of sadness. Think of all of the heart wrenching movies and incredibly sad songs you love. There is a bright side to every bad day.

So, I keep getting these beauty marks all over my torso, I've discovered maybe a half dozen in the past 5 years. I'm not much of a sun worshiper  so I'm not too nervous about that, but I was upset that my skin was becoming spotted! I would forget that I was upset, because I don't see them constantly, only when I'm naked. And, if you know me, you know how I feel about clothes, as in I don't want to wear them when I'm not in public. The more I was naked, the more I looked at these beauty marks, and I kind of started to like them a little. Then more. And now, if you're ever to ask me what my favorite physical trait about myself is, I might have to lift up my shirt and show you.

...and for anyone who thinks that they're funny, I'm not talking about my breasts.

So, get naked, just like Alanis recommended, because you might notice something new about yourself, but I can promise that you will learn something about yourself.

Completely unrelated disclaimer, but I have no idea who reads this or how far into the internet it gets, but I suddenly lost my job today, so if anyone in the NYC area knows of anything... hook a sister up, please, I have a slightly expensive lifestyle I need to maintain, aka, I'd like to keep buying my morning croissant and feel fancy.

I'm only a little bummed about losing this job, mostly because extreme poverty is only like 3 weeks away.

But I already spent a non-refundable $55 on an express bus pass, so I will spend the next two days terrorizing enjoying the city, this could get dangerous and I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF DANGER.

Pretty Girls vs Girls Who Are Pretty

You might have heard this speech before, I kind of tell it a lot. It is the story of the Pretty Girls versus the Girls Who Are Pretty.

Pretty Girls are the arch nemeses of Taylor Swift in all of her music videos. They are Pretty because of their power. They are Pretty because they have something that you don't. It doesn't matter what it is, it could be their weight, their hair, their talents, their social status, but they have it and you don't. They are Pretty because of The Cheerleader Effect (coined from HIMYM). They are confident, they prey on you, sad girl in the corner with a book. Or you, girl who can't walk in heels properly, or you, girl who would rather spend your Saturday night watching Doctor Who than taking shots of Tequila.

They hold the power, because we let them, we Girls Who Are Pretty. Being Pretty is not a physical trait, not really. It isn't super hard to take someone who looks "plain" and fix their hair/makeup/outfit, and declare them Pretty, just look at Cinderella.

There was a show on TV during 2004 called The Swan. It was horrific. They found women who were "ugly" and made them "Pretty", and by Pretty, I mean completely unrecognizable due to a TON of cosmetic surgeries. At the end of it, the "winner" received  a modeling contract, a designer wardrobe, a week in Honolulu, Hawaii, a weekend in Las Vegas, $50,000 educational scholarship at Western International University, $10,000 of personal coaching, A 2004 Jaguar, $50,000 cash... JUST FOR BECOMING PRETTY. 

But, less about them, more about us.
Us Girls Who Are Pretty. And we ARE Pretty, I mean, physically Pretty, even though maybe we don't all know it. We are the girls who spent our adolescence in the mirror mimicking the Pretty Girls, trying to befriend them, analyze them, become them. But really, we were Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed, tripping up the stairs on her way back into high school. And maybe you're still Drew Barrymore and you still trip up the stairs, and that is ok. Because even if you can walk up the stairs like a normal person, that won't make you Pretty.

But I can tell you what will. Loving who you are will make you Pretty. Being kind to others will make you Pretty. Reading books and learning as much as you can about everything you can will make you Pretty. Surrounding yourself with people who love you for tripping up the stairs will make you Pretty.

This is not a Pretty Girl bash. And this is truly nothing about physical traits. You can be incredibly beautiful, and still not be a Girl Who is Pretty. Pretty Girls are Mean Girls. Their beauty is hurtful and they just it to put others down to put themselves up. If you're reading this, and you're a Mean Girl, at least be this kind of Mean Girl.

I could go on and on about what makes one Pretty, but I just feel that this explains it the best.

But, if not, this will.

-Amy Pond, Doctor Who