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Descriptive Essay About Being Beautiful

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Later in the quarter, just weeks after the mini movie played out in my head, I sat at my desk, chewing on abandonment. Not able to swallow any more rejection, it sat in my mouth, provoking nausea. For many years of my life, I suppose I had been just a little vain, and not only is vanity a bad characteristic to embody but also it is possibly the most self-defeating. It was vanity, pouring acid down my throat, eating me from the inside out.

I wondered why being pretty had to be so painfully confusing. I had gained the attention of many men by being pretty. However, holding their attention proved to be much more of a challenge. With me, people tend to move on. Once I fell in love, I was pretty much stuck there; dwelling in love alone is probably the most painful experience.

My thoughts bounced from how cute I believed I was to how unattractive the new women in my ex’s lives were. Why do men always leave for an ugly woman? I thought to myself.

I have always been satisfied with my curly hair and bright smile, my weight was my biggest battle, but even when I gained weight, people would tell me, “You are beautiful for a being a big girl.” I guess a compliment they could have kept.

With Trenton, my beauty, once again, had betrayed me. It pretended to be enough; however, as soon as I became comfortable, beauty turned its back on me. It didn’t keep him with me. My looks slapped me in my face and reminded me there was pretty around every corner. Settled on the deserted island Trenton had left me on, I secluded myself from the rest of the class as a gesture to be left alone. I hadn’t the mental space to engage in even light-hearted conversation. Making matters worse, my compulsive thoughts kept my mind tied up in the painful events of the past. Trenton’s voice arrogantly strutted through my mind.

“Naysay, you just want to know if I have a woman, and it is none of your business!” his cold voice froze time. I had phoned to ask for money to buy a breast pump to feed our growing infant and satisfy an overwhelming desire to bond with Justice in a nurturing way.

Trenton’s mother picked at my invisible scabs, too. “Naysay, your love for Trenton was one sided. You wanted too much, and he was not ready for any of it. He

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