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When you grow up you realize how everyone always told you that you were pretty. It didn't really mean anything to you nor did those words stand out, it was just something people said. Pretty was not a concept that appealed to you or even pertained to you as a person. It wasn't anything you observed while looking into the mirror. You were just you.

As you get older it still doesn't process in your head. Everyone tells you how pretty you are, but they might have been talking about the weather for all you know.

You develop further, into those awkward teens and become so shy. Everyone tells you you're pretty but you can't even look a person in the eye while you speak with them. And the boys you like never seem to like you back, but you never blame your looks because it's not something you really notice.

People suddenly tell you that they always admired you and no matter how invisible you try to be they always tell you that they wished they looked like you, or they wished they were friends with you. Your photos receive nothing but admirable feedback. You know what angles of yourself you like and how to accentuate them. You know your strong features, you know what people might find attractive and you go with the flow and people's admiration towards you never lessens. It's strange to you that people still somehow know you exist even if you stay hidden in the corner of the room. People mention your name in conversations. They have opinions of you. And it's kind of scary to think in a way…

You get scared when men hit on you in public and you try to avoid ever being alone outdoors. Even when you're not, someone will always find a way and for some reason it's the most horrifying feeling in the world.

After you get your first boyfriend you never stay single after that. Not even once. You flow from one love into the other in hopes they will actually treat you right and  won't break your heart. Because underneath the pretty they find the real you. Raw and dysfunctional. With your insecurities and instability. Suddenly the face that everyone craves becomes a familiar mound of flesh. They get used to you and it's no big deal if they hurt you. And you hurt them back because if you won't stand up for yourself no one else will. It makes you wonder what's the point of being pretty?

Eventually you find someone you admire. Someone so physically beautiful you feel that if you looked like them you would have no problems. That no one would ever want to hurt you if only you looked like that.

That's kind of fucked up isn't it?

That the thought of changing your appearance makes you feel like you suddenly will become a better person.

You wonder if you give off that air too? You wonder if someone looks at you and feels that way about you.

"If i was her i'd have my shit together. I would be alright."

In the end nothing really changes.

And the story really has no conclusion.

After all. These are just my unpolished thoughts.

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LmonLimeCat Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2013
*Sigh* Yeah, I suppose, when I was younger I had lots of compliments from adults and other kids for being "pretty", and to be honest, it made me blush every time. I guess that's what happens when your parents tell you that you're ugly everyday. Then 5th grade happened, and I had a group totally devoted to making me feel self-conscious. It got worse and worse til 7th grade. I think my brain must've been messed up at that time, because I always thought of the school as a hierarchy? All of these pretty girls were at the top, my old "friends" at the top, and I hit the dirt ground. I assumed that the few friends I had who seemed "normal" were making me more normal just by hanging out with them, and those "below normal" were dragging me down. I sat alone at a small square table or had to ask for a seat during lunch... it was humiliating. Friends were a thing that I had a hard time making. Almost impossible.

And wow, I still hate that year.

It's one thing to have my mom tell my sister to not look like me and my dad to scream in my face and hit me, and another to go to school where everyone stared and giggled and judged. I had so many issues its crazy. I plucked my eyelashes, rubbed off my eyebrows, scratched up the pimples on my face and back, cried literally everyday, developed weird addictions and rashes from stress.... my old friends would stare at me like I was a freak. I remember standing at my bus stop, with a bunch of other "friends" and my mom (because I was lame like that), and they always hung out in a little circle while my dumb ass would stay with my mom far away from them. She told me that I barely spoke the entire year, but I don't really know if that's true.

But I guess to tell the truth, I mainly hate myself from that year.

And then in 8th grade I met so many wonderful friends, changed my appearance, avoided my dad, faced the "incident" with my cousins, got good grades, and had a hilariously awesome year. That's definitely my best year ever. Also when I got my first compliment in a long time in that year. Just a woman working at a store, Jungle Jims, looked at me and said to my mom "you have beautiful children." and I swear I almost cried.

I guess I actually developed a sense of "self" during that year? I no longer felt the intense hatred towards myself, the need to critique the way I walked or the expressions on my face or the volume of my voice.
I'm kind of disappointed now, how much beauty means to everyone (and me) and how it helped ruined 3 years of my life that were already crappy.
Akiachromenon Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2013  Professional
I don't really understand the motivation behind writing all of this mostly because I cannot relate... and when I cannot relate then there's usually huge contentions with people's thoughts. What I personally get out of your post is this: Being pretty sucks and is a waste of time to care about but you will anyway like moths will fly towards a flame to their suicide .... ?
Maki-Ubermach Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2013
I'm kinda frightened, like someone did an interview with my brain.
I was just browsing around and ended up here.

Being so unique and sought after has its consequence of feeling you don't get to match with many places or people.
One ends up standing out so much that they don't get to feel harmonious in a group or even with a significant other.
I mean maybe it might be there with a special friend but then when coupled with self-questioning, " they like me because of simple me or because I'm popular/ I make them laugh/everyone says I'm so confident...admirable...beautiful....funny...what about who I am not as an adjective."

It is kinda scary having personality/looks and your ways end up gaining a fleshed out life and reputation of it's own. Lately I have to use my real name to have a chance to run away for 5 minutes from all the people I know and those that I don't know but somehow know Maki-me anyway.

It's like being a porcelain figure in a snowglobe sometimes.
I guess I can say being a little older that yeah, you kinda get over it and just accept that you're in a leadership position so sometimes you have to rule all day with your guard up instead of letting your inner-child run free. If you take care to mark the boundaries of what you know you want and accept that your guilt is actually just social-pressured-bullshit, you get over it and have confidence that you make good decisions no matter what.

People try to give a compliment that ends up a hindrance because it might feel one didn't exactly 'work' or earn the aesthetics of being a pretty person, and everyone is making a big deal and inside sometimes thoughts can to twist to the direction of feeling almost like a fake cuz eventhough it's's not developed you so in a way it's not the you that you chose and that's the ugly part. Tried to hide myself, got anti-social, came back, felt right, felt weird, hid again, returned, etc.

The one thing I learned, the people that really care for you, they still think your pretty but don't need you to be.
Otherwise you pick an intuitive sense for the level of people that exist and navigate around that.
And don't smile at certain dude-strangers, even politely in a store, they will always think that means you think they are pretty too. And possibly want to have beautiful babies.

This went in a totally different direction.

Anyway, pretty brave writing.
Interesting and provoking.
Cool thoughts even though they hurt.
Umeko13 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
After reading your journal and everyone's comments, I feel so much closer to all of your guys, and I find bits of myself as I grew up in each story. I was by no means pretty growing up. I had thick glasses, braces, a chubby figure and tons of freckles. It was so frustrating to see my younger sister who could eat the same food but could dress up as jasmine for Halloween when I was a witch... It was so noticeable how much more she was spoiled and treated as the favorite in my family. But for some reason I didn't compare myself to models and develop insecurity over myself, I just decided that I wanted to look like a better version of myself. It took all of middle and most of high school, but I lost my braces, got contacts and lived healthier. But because I'd been an ugly duckling for most of my life till then, I never believed it when people would say I looked cute or when guys would treat me differently that it meant I was pretty. Even now at 23 did I finally develop a womenly figure and its still awkward when people try and compliment me. I'm far from beautiful or sexy but my boyfriend of 7 years sees me for who I am, and thats what matters. In a way I'm glad I'm just pretty in a slightly above average way because maybe its easier to see past my looks and more of just who I am. And at the same time, I had a lot of drama happen in my family during my childhood that could have distracted me from developing my own inner turmoil about myself. Growing up I had this impression that all really pretty girls were basically the same and because they were always pretty, they were full of themselves and constantly craved attention from men and fished for compliments to feel good about themselves, but thats not true. You guys had the same issues as every other girl, but you were beautiful on top of that.
Dapper-Dog Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Ahh my feels... I was never pretty when I was younger, I wasn't then and I'm not now. But I spent a lot of wasted time and energy being jealous of people who were. I felt like they must have it easier than the rest of us, life must be a breeze, people must hand them everything. I mean, after all, only beautiful people got to be plastered on T.V. and magazines, only beautiful people got nice things, got to be rich, they were the only kind of princess that lived happily ever after. All I could ever ask myself was why? Why wasn't I born pretty, did some cruel God out there hate me? Why was I less of a person just because I didn't have a perfect nose or thin legs? I resented any girl who walked past me with pretty eyes and flowing hair. But as I got older I started to question that as well, why hate someone for being something they couldn't control either? I was just as bad as everyone else at that point and all that hatred was doing for me was making me ugly and bitter on the inside as well.
I didn't mean to ramble, I just wanted to let you know that... even if you weren't a gorgeous person on the outside, you'd still have a heart of gold, and I think that's absolutely wonderful. And to know that someone I've admired for a long time, someone on the other end of the spectrum, felt just as scared and confused growing up... it shows me deep down people work the same and we should look at that inner likeness instead of focusing on the differences in plain sight. Thanks for some moving stuff Kero, I'm pretty sure that was the corniest thing I've ever written. Imma go cry in the corner now lol
KarolinaNoumenon Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
No thank you for sharing your feelings.

People have flaws inside and out and when you see someone beautiful you really do feel like their life is set. When in reality everyone is hurt and alone. Some strive for physical perfection to make their life better and it's a frustrating task... we all tend to forget to better our minds first. Because even though people judge us based on our looks, the ones who will continue to love us are the ones who know our heart. No matter how pretty a girl can be if she's rotten the love of her life may leave her for just that reason.
Dapper-Dog Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Oh Kero, you are so knowledgeable when it comes to people. For real, you have a great grasp of how people work and the things they feel, it's very admirable. Also, thank you for taking the time to reply to me :)
taeMoonie Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2013  Student Digital Artist
I agree
Leechu Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Life's hard in all sorts of different ways.
I was never told I was pretty growing up, nor was I ever really supported by anyone in my life. They didn't actively put me down, but I wasn't encouraged to do anything.
When I was young I made attempts to stand out, since I never seemed to get attention from anyone in my life, but then I noticed when you stand out, people will talk about you or make fun of you. So I stopped.
That worked too well; since I was plain I easily blended into the background which stopped people from talking about me or noticing me at all. This was my goal. But I was so alone. It seemed easier to get used to than to put my faith in other people, so I slowly became accustomed to it and since then I haven't been able to go back. I'm still afraid of drawing attention to myself, I slink into the background even when I want to talk to people, and I stifle myself so much I don't even know who I am.
I'm flawed and I don't even have a pretty face to make up for it. Nobody can get past my looks to the real me because I don't know the real me.
KarolinaNoumenon Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
People notice you whether you blend in or not, that's the thing... Think about it. When you walk down the street you may glance at all sorts of people and mentally take note of what they look like and everyone else does the same. It's no point hiding, you exist. <3 No matter how low of a self esteem anyone may have someone will always love you. Someone will always think you're the funniest person on earth, or that you have the loveliest eyes. If not now then later. Always as long as you give people a chance. I'm the most socially awkward person i know ahahahaha yet somehow some people managed to go through that wall and meet me on the other side. People go through phases of happiness, sadness, self loathing and self loving. No matter how long it takes you will change. Something in your life will take it's course and you will change. Gradually or overnight. Take your time to develop yourself. It's okay to be insecure and closed off. Because eventually you will get tired of that and something will push you to open your heart.
Peenalope Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013  Student Digital Artist
In all honesty beauty is very relative. Though I do get what you mean to say. It'll be a slow process but like everyone else I'll need to stop wishing I were other people at some point. I guess its part of growing up.
KarolinaNoumenon Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Eventually everyone gets over it. I feel like i will too. You can't be into something for the rest of your life, in some aspects it will lessen or you might one day find that you just don't give a fuck anymore XD Hormones blossom in your head and eventually fade or change into something else. No one really remains the same. But i feel everyone goes through this and it's still hard.
Peenalope Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2013  Student Digital Artist
The more people grow, the more they tend to realize that stuff like that is irrelevant. As corny as it sounds everybody needs to learn to just be happy where they are or change, within reason, what they are unhappy about.
XluvsO Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013
I can empathize with this post, totally.

From the time that I was able to understand and relate to the world and now, I’ve never really found myself to be pretty; nor have I been referred to such outside of my mother and sisters—and occasionally my dad when he was trying to prove some point or another. Guys always hit on my older sisters. Girls asked me if I was a boy or a lesbian because I didn’t look overly feminine. It all hurt my feelings because I tried so hard to push my insecurities aside to fit in with everyone. I wasn’t tall like my brother, wasn’t sinewy and graceful like my older sister, and wasn’t as ‘developed’ as my other sister—I was the awkward one with features that ‘she would eventually grow into’ who looked to be on the verge of tears every time she left the house. Even now, seventeen and almost fully grown with hair down my back and a bust-size that is only usually seen in the brochures of a Cosmetic surgeon’s office, I look at myself in the mirror and see a girl—the girl I used to be, just a little older but boyish and awkward all the same. This version of myself, I was told, was the one I was waiting for; this one was pretty, supposedly.

I, sometimes, scream into my pillow whenever I hear my sisters tell me that I pretty because if the older version of me is pretty, why wasn’t the younger one too? I look the same, don’t I? I certainly feel the same that I did at my younger age: self-doubting.

Especially with the way I’m made to dress these days; conservative and still somewhat gender-neutral. The only time I wore a dress, heels, and makeup outdoors with the intention of being looked upon as a young woman, I felt good. I felt like I belonged amongst my sisters. I soared the entire night until we settled in for the ride back home… then I heard whispers from my father to my mother, telling her to let me down gently about how I should never put the outfit I was wearing back on. None-too-surprisingly, I was devastated. I didn’t even like the dress but I wore it because they made me and now here they were saying I wouldn’t be wearing it anymore.

Why not? I asked.

Because you looked too… mature in it.

Too mature or too pretty? In our household, these words are practically synonymous. Heh, I wonder if age really has anything to do with them not letting me dress or express myself in a certain way, or if it’s just me. Whatever it is, I’m going to try not to care anymore. Not about being pretty, not about being popular, not about pleasing anyone if it comes at a cost to my already fragile sense-of-self.

The more I get out and the more I’m around people, the less I allow my opinion of myself shape who I am or want to be as a person; the less I crave validation.

In the seven years that I’ve watched you on here, watching you grow physically and emotionally, gushing at your drawings and even more at the jokes we exchanged, I have never felt closer to you than when I read this. I have no right to try and pretend that I still know you enough to be your friend, I’ve been gone too long and I was so young when I was on here in the first place, but I want you to know that I think you’re one of the prettiest people I’ve ever known in my life. :iconplzhug:

Ungh, that took a lot out of me. :iconsawbplz:
KarolinaNoumenon Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Professional Digital Artist




*wipes eyes*


I, too went through this really weird stage when i was about 9-11 years old where i looked nothing like myself now. Like... i just looked soooo weird one of these days i'll post a picture of comparison because it's creepy, the only way you can tell it's me is by my eyes. And coincidentally that was around the time when i fell in love for the first time AND I LOOKED SO WEIRD AND NO BOYS LIKED ME I WAS LIKE WHYYYYYYYYYYYY but at the same time i didn't care because, fuck i was young and Sailor Moon was more important than boys.


You REALLY do grow into yourself and then you notice certain aspects of you that you never payed attention to before and you're like WOW THIS ACTUALLY IS NICE I CAN WORK WITH THIS and you find cute clothes or you grow your hair out and it's fucking awesome to give yourself a chance. YOU is all you have and you need to take care of yourself and if you hate yourself then you're fucked.

You're fucking kawaii, everyone can go fuck off.
XluvsO Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013
After thirty minutes of trying to form a response to this, I've come to the conclussion that I simply have no words, no silly smileys nor do I have an emoticon that fully portrays how I'm feeling; I've only tears... and a lot of them. I haven't cried this hard in a while. Gosh, I can't even say how much your response means to me... just typing what I have has me on the verge of breaking down. Thank you.
KarolinaNoumenon Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Professional Digital Artist


Now there's me sitting here just looking at the monitor all flustered. In times like these i feel we try very hard to form a response that truly conveys our emotion. But it's like... HOW DO I COMMUNICATE THIS? Saying thank you feels silly, saying nothing seems mean, and then you write all this shit that really doesn't do your feelings justice.

I just wanna hug you tightly for forever. I'm sure that would do it.
XluvsO Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013
The fact that you've taken the time to reply to me is just as good as being hugged forever. :)

I know what you're saying about formulating a response. It was super, super hard to try to find something to say when usually conversations like these would be left up to body language.
Helixel Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Exactly how I feel. All my life people and my family have called me beautiful/pretty and whatever, and even at a young age i was cat called on the street by people in cars and walking past me, I even got backed up into a corner by three guys in an alley. But now that im older and, OK I get it I'm pretty. But now things are just..awkward. Being pretty doesn't mean you have your shit together, being normal looking doesn't either. I feel like people expect me to act a certain way, bitchy, mean, but instead I'm gentle, and like to think i am.. im awkward im a strange person so it's like it doesnt take a lot for people to not like me. So looks arnt everything, making friends is still hard.
KarolinaNoumenon Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
It really is .__.

people that approach me now think that i'm this, cool and mature or calm and collected or even (most of the time) arrogant and mean ahaha and i'm like... the goofiest fucking creature in all of the universe. Nowadays if i connect with others i try and make sure that they know what type of person i am right away with no bullshitting in between. I spent a lot of time growing up putting on a face and not really speaking up so everyone i knew assumed i was one way and when i came out with the real me it turns out that no one really liked me.

We all learn and grow u__u
Thenger Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013
I understand your feel but it's better to be pretty than to be normal or ugly
KarolinaNoumenon Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Attractiveness is a plus there is no denying that, however "ugly" or "normal" is relative and can be changed. I know this girl who is chubby and to me is is extremely unattractive but she carries herself like she's the hottest thing that ever walked this earth. Dressess up in cute clothes, does her makeup and she's a social butterfly and people LOVE her. People get to know her simply because she is confident not so much because she's hot. Her profile pictures always have attractive men telling her how pretty she is so what you're born with does not place you in a category of pretty or ugly... YOU put yourself there. And the world will respond <3
KeinZantezuken Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2013
That feel...

Though, I must admit Ketero - you are quite pretty and beautiful looking person.
KarolinaNoumenon Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2013  Professional Digital Artist

Thank you very much, i sincerely appreciate it.
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