why do attractive women pretend that being attractive is a curse

it drives me crazy when pretty girls complain about how hard it is to be as pretty as they are. how they can’t even make it through a shift or a grocery trip without being asked out. how they can’t ever have male friends because they all eventually fall for her, how they only like her for her looks because she’s oh. so. pretty.

cause, like, if it’s truly such a curse, if it’s really that bad, they could just… not be pretty? like, stop wearing makeup, get a haircut that guys typically wouldn’t like, or get glasses with thick frames. stop dressing up, wear less fashionable clothes. im sure they’ll stop tripping over guys then. if being attractive is ruining your life, wouldn’t you want to do something about it?

but they don’t. because they don’t actually think that. they know that they’re lucky to be pretty. they know it’s an advantage and a prize. this whole self-victimisation act literally feels like they’re bragging. humble bragging. they know theyre beautiful, they’re fully aware of how good they have it, and they’re rubbing it in my face, because no, i don’t relate to it. i’ll never have that kind of privilege. i’d kill to know what it feels like to matter to a guy, for even a moment.

im so tired of it. its annoying, its constant, and it’s so incredibly hurtful.