CenotaphGirl
Under the dirt, that’s my home ⚰️
Shallow, that word is used a lot when referring to treatment of unattractive people, some people are shallow to attractive people however, it just gets swept under the waves.
I have been dismissed from conversations because I was deemed too attractive to have "real" problems.
My loneliness was assumed to be a choice and I can't have low self-esteem because I used to be a model, so I'm obviously fishing for compliments.
My mental health issues were ignored because "all the pretty girls are crazy" am I right?
People in support groups have apologised to me, for misjudging me... saying they thought differently of me due to the way I look.
I went to group therapy after recovering from a suicide attempt and everyone was nice to me lol finally I am not the outcast... but...
I didn't like it though, as it didn't feel like genuine care like they had with each other. It felt like pity and I have never needed or wanted that.
The plain Janes relish that I am on the outside and they are deemed the queens of the group because they don't make the men feel anger. (guess that makes them feel pretty for the first time?)
Took me a long time to understand that to some men, an attractive woman is a source of anger, they look like the rest that passed them over... so they are all bad.
As vain as people think I am, the girl constantly staring at her own reflection, it's from a place of deep insecurity, I don't see what others see but I also understand my status.
I am attractive in the sense that I attract men, that is not to say I am beautiful though... theres a huge difference and that difference breaks my heart.
I want to be beautiful, but I wasn't born to be, I was born to be "the other woman"... my biological mother was and I barely knew her before being adopted and yet...
I feel like I am her, just another useless home wrecking skank. I can try to be a nice girl, but its all pretend, who I am is stained by her.
So if you aren't a good person... if you aren't beautiful on the inside and you never can be... should you be allowed to be here? Is there space on this ball of water for people like me...
I have been dismissed from conversations because I was deemed too attractive to have "real" problems.
My loneliness was assumed to be a choice and I can't have low self-esteem because I used to be a model, so I'm obviously fishing for compliments.
My mental health issues were ignored because "all the pretty girls are crazy" am I right?
People in support groups have apologised to me, for misjudging me... saying they thought differently of me due to the way I look.
I went to group therapy after recovering from a suicide attempt and everyone was nice to me lol finally I am not the outcast... but...
I didn't like it though, as it didn't feel like genuine care like they had with each other. It felt like pity and I have never needed or wanted that.
The plain Janes relish that I am on the outside and they are deemed the queens of the group because they don't make the men feel anger. (guess that makes them feel pretty for the first time?)
Took me a long time to understand that to some men, an attractive woman is a source of anger, they look like the rest that passed them over... so they are all bad.
As vain as people think I am, the girl constantly staring at her own reflection, it's from a place of deep insecurity, I don't see what others see but I also understand my status.
I am attractive in the sense that I attract men, that is not to say I am beautiful though... theres a huge difference and that difference breaks my heart.
I want to be beautiful, but I wasn't born to be, I was born to be "the other woman"... my biological mother was and I barely knew her before being adopted and yet...
I feel like I am her, just another useless home wrecking skank. I can try to be a nice girl, but its all pretend, who I am is stained by her.
So if you aren't a good person... if you aren't beautiful on the inside and you never can be... should you be allowed to be here? Is there space on this ball of water for people like me...