Grief

Beauty Is A Curse

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That statement may make a few people mad. I’m not trying to be vain, or brag or anything like that. Some people seriously don’t know the struggle. I’m not saying I’m any Angelina Jolie or Kate Upton. But I have always drawn a man’s attention. I turn heads. I haven’t figured out yet if it’s looks or vibes. 

I can remember for a period of about 10 years, whenever I went to a function in town, if one certain man was there, I could feel him looking at me. I honestly don’t know how his wife never saw it, or anyone else for that matter. Well, one night we were at a party and I had quite a bit to drink, so I asked him why he was always staring at me. He said that I stood out in a crowd. Now mind you, I took that as a high compliment. And for my low self esteem issues, I’m not going to lie, it felt wonderful!

I remember one particular day I had attended a football game and was at the “post party.” There were probably hundreds of people there, mingling and drinking and having a good time. I was standing in the drink line and a gentleman struck up a conversation with me. We talked for a several minutes and he told me that I could have any guy I wanted here. A place filled with older and young, fit, attractive men.  Well, another stroke for my limp ego. 

I have had so many men over the course of my life (and women, too to be quite honest) tell me how beautiful I was. Men 20 years older, men 20 years younger. But along with that has come this huge insecurity. I was married to a man for many years, who didn’t appreciate me. Honestly, I was just someone to fill the role of cook, maid and sex partner. When we were first married, he would get very angry if I didn’t have sex with him. He would even use scripture against me to get what he wanted. I got to the point where I didn’t want to face his anger, so I just gave in. I let him use me. Sometimes I would even pretend I was asleep, but he didn’t care. Afterward, I would get up, go to the bathroom and cry on the floor. I look back now and know that was abuse. I’m no longer in that marriage, but things still are challenging.

I’ve given myself some time to heal and decided to try out some dating websites. I’m sure there are some decent men on them. But the only ones I seem to attract are looking for hookups. NSA, POA, ONS. Oh yes, even the “christian ones.” And that’s just not me. I lived like that for over 20 years, being used. With the man who was supposed to love and cherish me forever. 

Funny thing is, I’ve noticed a pattern lately; that all of these men attack at the same time! I mean, is it the moon or what? I have likened it to wolves and I am the female in heat. I will get several text messages within a 2 or 3 day period from several different men. And I’m not even going out or anything, just sitting at home minding my own business. 

And I know what you might be thinking, oh boo hoo. Cry me a river. Well, here lies the problem. When a man does show interest, I don’t trust him. I don’t know if I ever will. What am I going to do when or if the right one comes along? And I swear they have gotten craftier. The time and effort some put into it would blow your mind. They tell you what the “good guys” used to tell you. Do I attract a certain type of man? Is there something tattooed on my forehead? I’ve joked about that for years. And I don’t dress in a way that is inappropriate. I think I dress attractive but stylish. 

I’m generally a pretty nice person. I say hi to everyone I meet. Has kindness become so rare that people confuse it for flirting? Honestly, I am thankful God made me the way I am. I like the way I look. I’ve probably put on weight thinking that maybe it would discourage unwanted advances, both from my ex husband and other men. But they honestly don’t care. I’m starting to feel like I need to change who I am, which I don’t want to do. 

My hope is that I can teach my son that woman are not sex objects. They have feelings. They are beautiful human beings that are to be respected and appreciated and never used. I may not be able to control other men, but I certainly have some control over the one I’m raising. 

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1 Comment

  • THIS IS BY FAR THE ONE TRUE ARTICLE, I HAVE READ IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND RINGS MORE TRUE THAN ANY SERMON, HITS CLOSER HOME THAN ANY PROPHECY.
    I don’t know how many young innocent naive beautiful girls and young girls who feel they are not so beautiful will read this,
    I am a beautiful girl, i am a mirror image of Aishwarya Rai.
    I am an Asian, raised a Christian, 90’s kid.
    All through my life i struggled, as i never felt i was beautiful, but still i was singled out by cousins, my uncles and aunts, teachers.
    I was molested 4 times in my childhood, by 4 different people.
    My parents were always of the opinion, that i invite trouble, and i should stay put.
    I prayed to God, from the age of 11 till 27 years i prayed.
    I always felt, read and heard, those who sin suffer.
    I cried, hated myself, tried to self harm my self.
    There was no body, no one who would listen or guide me.
    They say He is an Alive God.
    I say He is not there at all.
    I faced trials after trials, i was studying to be a doctor, but here again i was singled out, by mean ugly girls and butt hurt ugly boys.
    3 years passed like that, i became more withdrawn.
    Everyone hit on me badly, like they just wanted to get into my pants.

    Then i met a nerd from school, on FB.
    He was worse cold caluclative leech bastard.
    We were in a long distance relationship, for 5 years, he was butt ugly, never touched me, i felt like i finally am in a relationship, where this guy cares about the inner me than physical me.
    I got married to him, all this time i was loyal to him.
    After i married him i realised, he is good for nothing in bed, and that is why he never toucjed me.
    After 2 months of marriage when i tried to calmly request him to address yhe issue, His male ego was so hurt.
    He started hurting me on a physical, mental and emotional level.
    The abuse continued from his parents and his end for 4 more months.
    HE ISOLATED ME, KEPT ME AT HOME, AND WOULD GO OUT WITH THE EXCUSE OF BUSINESS TRIPS OR MEETING FRIENDS, AND WOULD NEVER COME BACK, THROUGH THE ENTIRE NIGHT.
    He finally hit me on day so bad, that the police had to intervene, he ran away from the house after locking me.
    Never looked back.
    Its been a year.
    I am all alone, to face every ridicule and every tuant.
    Again i begged God to atleast let me know why this happened to me, No Response.
    I have no friends, even the girls considered average looking or below average in my friend list are more happy.
    I am a 27 yr old virgin divorcee who hates herself has low self esteem and no real friends, and my curse is being beautiful.