*WARNING, this is gonna be a looooong rant.
Being an attractive female isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. In fact, it can lead to a pretty depressing life. To most men, nothing I say ever seems to matter unless I have my t*** out while saying it. And don’t want get me started on other women… there’s a reason most pretty girls have only guy friends. Other women tend to be jealous, paranoid, and catty when there’s a girl around who’s noticably more attractive.
And forget about talking to men online. Unless I’m willing to talk dirty and send nudes, most men will lose interest almost immediately. I’ve learned from experience that if I relent and send even just one n*** pic, that’s all guys will be interested in from that point on. Every conversation will be about s**, and they’ll ALWAYS ask for more nudes.
When it comes to a pretty girl, age never seems to matter much to most men either. As soon as I began to grow b****, guys started staring at me and treating me differently. I had grown men in their 20s and 30s flirting with me online and asking for naked pics when I was as young as 13. Most of these guys were married with kids and everything.
At my high school, all the jocks and popular boys secretly kept an official list ranking the “fuckability” of every pretty girl in school. They apparently voted on it and everything. From what other people told me, I ranked #1 on the list for my last two years of high school. Lovely to think that even though I was all of 15-16 years old, seniors were jerking off while thinking about me.
Even though I constantly have people wanting to hang around me for one reason or another, my existence is actually really lonely. The only people who treat me somewhat normally are my immediate family, and I guess I should count myself lucky that they’re not into i*****, or else I’d have all my male cousins trying to get with me. None of the girls in my family will bring their boyfriends around me unless they absolutely have to…paranoid that they’re gonna get a b**** from looking at me or something. Whatever.
People tell me every single day that I should be a model, and of course, men will always insist that I should be a stripper or p*** star, or join Onlyfans and be a n*** model online.
But that’s not what I want. I’d rather just be a normal person with a normal job who doesn’t get stared at everywhere I go. Dumbfounded drooling stares from the men, and dirty jealous glares from the women. I can’t win.