Don’t Call Me Pretty

Don’t Call Me Pretty

Call me smart.

Call me talented.

Call me kind.

Call me caring.

Call me compassionate.

Call me friendly.

Call me open-minded.

Call me funny.

Approachable.

Quirky.

Weird.

Dedicated.

Determined.

Stubborn.

Driven.

Fierce.

Creative.

Independent.

Spontaneous.

Passionate.

Classy.

Loving.

Optimistic.

Ambitious.

Loyal.

Thoughtful.

Accepting.

Call me photogenic when I smile so big that you can’t see my eyes anymore.

Call me attractive when you see me doing something I love.

Call me beautiful when you’re looking at my mind and my soul.

But don’t call me pretty. There are so many things I would rather be than just pretty.

Too often in this world women are judged by how they look on the outside rather than what’s in their minds. This is more than a fascination with superficiality or vanity; a woman’s viability in her career is more times than not predetermined by how “pretty” her superiors, peers, and in some cases the general public think she is. To me (and I hope to most people) that’s just not okay. Do I enjoy wearing makeup and feeling like I’m putting my best self out there? Sure. (Although don’t ask me that the day after a night out.) Do I feel like the right shade of lipstick can be a huge confidence booster? Absolutely. Will I always make a point to compliment someone on how he or she looks if I think it’s appropriate? Of course. But what will always be more important to me is that people judge me based on who I am after the makeup and fancy clothes come off. Likewise, my opinion of others has never been based on anything other than how I connect with them and how I see them treating other people.

As my Nana has always said, you’re only as pretty as you act.

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