Beautiful

I am beautiful.
I personally prefer wearing make up, but I look fine without.

Women are told thats its a very good thing to be beautiful.
But only so long as they stay "pure".

Men are... well, what are they told? Most every compliment, it seems.
And staying "pure" is a negative thing.



So, I am beautiful.
So... so what?
how is this going to get me through life?
Perhaps I could model, but I have very little desire to have to deal with parties and drugs and fame and fakery.
I have no confidence to act, or ability to sing...
and, while on the topic of singing, why is it such a bad thing to sing or look like the opposite gender?
Anyway.
My only talent is arguing. And possibly drawing, but that is just practice.
But, I don't have the people skills to be a politician.
I'm currently facing the facts that I may have to drop out of school. Which, as someone who has always prized intelligence over everything, is... well, I am trying so hard not to cry.

but it's okay.
I am beautiful.
And pretty
And have nice hair... once its been dyed and curled and shined and faked.
But my eyes are nice, and my skin reasonably clear.
so, I shall have a perfect life, from this.


*thinks again*
But, I guess I will be okay, even if what I love and need isn't here right now. *smiles*