The conversation is always how attractive I am, and usually nothing more. It’s painful, frustrating and disheartening.
But my looks are also one of my greatest superpowers.
It draws you in, you idle. You’re hypnotized. Then I speak. According to most – I am enchanting. There’s this feeling described as intense, inviting, and sweet.
Except most people think I’m a fool.
This blog may sound vain. Also, I cannot help my looks or aura. I have had people try to bring me down a few notches more than I can count. I prefer to uplift others.
Lately, I’ve been accepting that I am simply gorgeous, alluring…but I am me. I’m being myself.
I love me.
Making my looks a problem means you have issues with yourself. And it’s not my job to fix that for you.
