"I'm sick of all this nonsense about beauty only being skin deep. That's deep enough; What do you want, an adorable pancreas?"

The way I see it, the word chance is a funny thing. We're all skewed by what we deserve. I get so frustrated when I see those people who have everything, and they're always being handed more. The ones who I've never witnessed doing or saying a nice thing. And some of the sweetest, friendliess, most generous people I know are constantly short changed. But hey, life isn't fair? I mean, call me a skeptic but I refuse to believe that's the reason. I don't know what the reason is, but there has to be one. A reason why the people who deserve so much receive so little. I had to read the Wife of Bath's tale from the Canterbury Tales for my English class. It really got me thinking. An old, ugly woman forced to cast a magical spell over herself to appear beautiful in the eyes of some medieval jackass so he'd marry her. Talk about a timeless tale. Look, I'm gonna be frank and tell you something about society that every single person reading this already knows. Those girls with overly madeup faces and long pretty hair, the ones who heredity gave a running start, they don't even have to appear the slightest bit interesting or caring...and every single person will give them a chance. And if they don't prove their inside to be as pretty as their outside, nobody even cares. They're still nice to look at, and they're still handed everything. If you're not one of those girls, you have to project some sort of amazing light from your inner core for anyone to give you a chance to prove how beautiful you are inside. And it's so sick. You could be the prettiest person on the face of this planet on the inside...but if your surface doesn't look how society wants it to, as human beings we have been programmed to shut you out. No one will ever dig deep enough to see the person you are. I mean, their loss, but you lose too. You lose all the opportunities to be looked upon as beautiful. Because you are. You're worth the fight. You're worth the digging, and all the turning pages. Because to read your story is to look at the face of someone so beautiful, no one uglier could even recognize their beauty. Some people just get all the luck though, huh? The pretty people get the free passes. They really do. Every guy on Earth will trip and drool over gorgeous girls, without requiring them to lift a finger to prove the person they are under their picture pefect exterior. And not all attractive people are like this, but a good portion of them are just programmed to rely on their looks and have never been forced to even develop a tolerable personality. I'm sick of having to work so hard to prove that I'm worth a minute of anyone's time. And apparently, I'm still not...Call me bitter if you like, I probably am. But the whole world favors pretty people, and the rest of us less-fortunates are given the short end of the stick. They can do absolutely nothing and everyone just likes to assume there's good in them. I'm not saying every single pretty person has it all easy all the time, or that none of them have any personality, but they aren't sitting around waiting for offers from people ready to listen to them pour out every ounce of personality they may have. There's very often a hell of a lot more good in some of the people who are waiting for someone to run their metal detectors over them and listen for rapid beeping. So whatever. While the carbon-mold adorables take their Get Out of Jail Free Cards, the rest of us can keep working up a sweat to prove our worth to people who won't even give us a once-over. Doomed to a life of wingmaning it, I guess. But hey, that's just the way I see it.


Geez. I really poured my heart out in this one. I really hope I don't get this thrown back at my face like my other posts. This one is 85% of my heart and mind. Wow. Well, there you go. My insecurities out on the table...but hey, that's just the way I see it.