There once was a girl . . .

I have been reading blogs A LOT lately.  Picking them off my normal blog check-ups at random.  I particularly liked http://iarewearingthejeanpant.blogspot.com/ 

I admire her sense of humor and adventure and probably most of all, the fact that she can look at herself in the mirror and know that she’s pretty.  That got me thinking . . . and me thinking is at the best of time a really shitty idea.

What defines pretty?  I like Angelina Jolie, I think she is pretty, as is Julia Roberts, Julia Stiles and Meg Ryan.  I also think Lindsay Lohan has got a certain something and Scarlet Johansen is a babe.  My fav and prettiest girl is Holly Marie Combs (she is THE BABE).  I don’t look anything like any of them, so why do some men find me attractive?  I wish I could see what they see, sometimes I come close to believing F when he says I’m gorgeous and then, as fate would have it, we walk past a store window and I can see myself, or that ever horrid invention: the mirror.  SCREEEEEEEEEEECH.

I am (ha-ha-ha) plump ( I am not allowed to say fat anymore, maybe just the mere idea jacks up the cholesterol?)  I have annoyingly curly hair, not the ‘nice, sexy’ curls, the OMG, you should be black type that is petrified of moisture.  As soon as a cloud pulls in front of the sun, my hair curls away from the air, closer to my head like a centerpede when scared.  Brown hair, brown eyes, bland face.  sigh, what I wouldn’t give to have 1 pretty day.

So what, to you, makes someone pretty?  Do you ever look at yourself and think: Hey, not bad?

~ by happytheclam on May 21, 2008.