Every time I scroll through my blog lists, I see a plethora of young girls who think they aren’t pretty enough, or slim enough, or voluptuous enough to be found attractive by anyone. This is tired point, but while it’s on my mind, I may as well chip in with my opinion on the matter. Some of the prettiest girls I’ve ever met, are girls that would be branded with such labels by other, shallow people.
I won’t claim to be free of that instinct to initially judge someone on appearance, but while the most conventionally attractive girl, with the tits and the ass and the legs, may turn my head for a minute; it’s the girls with the confidence and the passion and intrigue that will hold my gaze for a lot longer. I’d be far more attracted to a girl who’ll laugh at a joke about an obscure historical event, than I would be by a girl wearing a low cut top and a fuck-tonne of makeup. When all that passion that is otherwise spent worrying about whether you’re good enough for someone else’s pathetic, influenced standards, is instead applied to living, to learning, to reading, to conversing and broadening the mind and taste, then you’ll realise how far beyond anyone’s ideal of ‘attractive’ you are. Alleviating yourself of that concern and that fear and doubt, works far better than the pounds you’ll lose by practicing borderline bulimia. Possessing the modern ideal of a perfect body does nothing to make up for a vacuous mind.
That being said, the physical ideal of attractive is bullshit as well. Nowadays the term ‘real woman’ seems to have basically become a synonym for ‘fat girl’, which is sad and offensive to the poor girls flooded with images of what they’re told they should be if they ever want to be loved by anyone. It’s kind of like having internet pop-ups telling men that if they have a dick smaller than seven inches that they’ll never be able to satisfy anyone and simply must buy these dodgy dick steroid pills.
Anyway, the physical side of this observation is obvious, and I need not bother with all the ‘big tits aren’t better, it’s normal for your thighs to touch, skinny isn’t always sexy’ stuff, and I’m glad that it’s what a lot of people seem to think. Mentally, I think there’s nothing sexier than passion; be it for art, music, literature, learning, speaking, listening, writing, whatever. Combine that with a laid-back self confidence and you’re bound to get my attention.