"Beauty is only skin deep".
"It's what's inside that counts."
We've all heard these, some of us more than others. We all grow up with adults telling us that looks don't matter, but don't they matter?
I'll never forget the day when I was 12 and someone said to me "Your sister is so pretty. You don't look anything like her." Uh thanks - do you realize you just told me I was ugly? That one comment scarred me for years. I still remember it like it was yesterday. It never mattered how nice or mean my sister was, how smart or stupid, or anything else - because she was pretty, she got everything she wanted.
I was awkward and ugly as a girl and young teen, and it leaves scars that don't go away in time. I heard nasty comments about my glasses, about my teeth, about a freckle in the middle of my lip, about my boring brown hair and eyes, about my height, about my clothes..... I became so self-conscious I would never even make eye contact with people.
As I grew into my late teens, my looks improved, but the trauma of being the plain sister never went away. I never go out without makeup, and I always make sure I look my best so no-one thinks I'm ugly or plain. You'll see a pretty person go about in sweats and a ponytail, but someone who has been plain or ugly always puts their face on to do errands.
You see the attractive people getting extras everywhere - discounts, being allowed to cut in lines, and always seeming to get away with things that a more plain person would never get away with. People look at you, and yes, they are judging you by how you look. It's definitely not fair, but that's the way it is in the world we live in. People deny it, but you see it every day. I'm not plain any longer, but as a former plain person, I've been on both sides - pretty is definitely better.