The Survival Trap Of Being Beautiful, And Why I'm Glad I Didn't Win The Genetic Lottery
At this point in my existence I prefer security and power that isn’t determined by my ability to serve as eye candy to lonely, horny men who only view me as a pretty hole to germinate their seed in.
For the past few days I found myself dissecting the genetic lottery known as being beautiful, and for the first time in my life I am actually grateful that I did not win.
Now this confession isn’t me declaring that I am ugly. I think I am pretty, but compared to those ladies who have won the genetic lottery I am probably average looking to the majority …