there are so many different ways to be ugly. there is ugliness of the spirit, ugliness of the heart, and, my personal favorite, ugliness as a liberation tool.
i am one of those woman who advocate for glamour, every minute of every day. i believe there’s something to be said about embodied fantasy. about the pursuit of beauty as a weapon against the demons of self comparison and to assuage any obsession with anyone else. after all, it’s hard to get caught up in the personal affairs of others when you’re too busy hunting down the perfect false lashes to suit your cat eye dreams, researching the perfect curling iron for those old hollywood curls, and landing on your signature lipstick shade that is bound to led to icon status. beauty is a full time job that requires all of your attention. and i argue, if you enjoy this, this occupation with self prevents you from falling into the trap that so many are stuck in: playing the game of social comparison. you simply don’t have the time—there’s…
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