The damning truth is that.. even though I may turn a few heads on the streets – the heads that DO turn are more likely to be of the laborer sort than the sort I would actively want to attract. The damning truth is that.. either I was never that pretty to begin with, or I got uglier along the way. These days I find myself relegated to the ‘sidekick’ sort of role, the female buddy, the female wingwoman, the female with younger prettier friends – ‘please introduce me to them Amandina??’ I have an over-inflated esteem which has served me well over the years, cocooning me in an indestructible bubble of self-faith, worth and belief. But looks (the diminishing, or lack thereof) could well be my undoing!
And you know what’s funny? No matter how much makeup I try to put, or how much weight I try to lose – I will never truly be prettier. How’s that for a damning truth that cannot be rectified!?