What Pretty Girls Look Like

After much debate, the jury is out.  There is a verdict.  Its true.  The world, or at least me, has decided what pretty girls look like.

Pretty girls do not look like me.  By that I don't mean thick, brown, frizzy haired girls, though.

Pretty girls have charisma.  When a pretty girl walks into a room everyone else knows that she's there.  When she walks up to the counter to order her soy latte, she cracks an awkward smile and fumbles in her purse for her money and the barista doesn't even mind that she has a complicated order.  She has a spring in her step as she walks through the mall, in the work place.  She occasionally adds a dance move here and there to impress her friends, but also because she's kind of a dork.

Pretty girls know how to smile.  She doesn't really realize how beautiful her teeth, mouth and face in general are.  She has acne, she has scars, she has freckles, she has moles and birthmarks but she works them.  These markings look so natural, so beautiful, so right on their faces.

Pretty girls know how to speak.  Some people have "ticks" that others find "annoying" or "weird".   Pretty girls have "their way".  She might say "um" a lot, she might bite her lip in between words, she might flare her nostrils.  When she does it, it adds to the dialogue.  It adds to her character.  When she says anything, it could be that she puked for 2 hours straight last night due to Montezuma's Revenge, and people would still want to hear her, see her, be in her presence as she says these disgusting things.

Pretty girls know how to laugh.  Pretty girls snort or bust a gut.  No matter how obnoxious her laugh is, people still just looooove hearing it.  Her laugh is was charges the room, and lightens the conversation.  When she giggles she gets this weird look on her face, and people eat that shit up.  She's gorgeous.

Pretty girls are confident.  She knows how to get what she wants and when.  She works day and night typing papers, bussing tables, writing policy.  Not because she knows that it will get her ahead in life, but also because her actions benefit other people. She doesn't look for things, she finds them.  Things to her are placed in the bed of her lap, not because she is spoiled, but because she deserves them. Maybe a romantic relationship..or a work promotion..something to be revered.  She has spent her life knowing that she can and will accomplished all she needs, never denying her abilities.

Its common knowledge that I have a little money set aside for my inevitable plastic surgeries of the future, but I will never be a pretty girl.  I do not have what it takes.  It is within my consciousness to constantly judge and analyze every single little thing I do from going certain places with certain people to breathing. Its a problem, I'm aware.

But, just because I am not a pretty girl now, it doesn't mean that I can't become one someday.  I can when and only when I change my ways, hold up my chin and do it.  Just, do it. Without hesitation,  without fear of looking or feeling stupid.  Without judging myself, or fearing others judging me.  It takes hard work and dedication to be a pretty girl, not just by staying well kept but by maintaining the mentality that MISTAKES WILL HAPPEN.

Everyone can be a pretty girl.