In my time as a blogger I’ve written a lot of entries that talk about how I once imagined things would be, and then getting to a point where I realised – oh, things are so not like that at all. Something about reality dawning on you and such. This is one of those entries.
You guys, I always hoped I’d get there one day, but I’m beginning to realise that I will never be effortlessly beautiful.
Now, before you tell me I have nice hair and stuff, let me explain what I mean by the term “effortlessly beautiful”. I pretty much mean this:
Now I get that not many people are quite this effortlessly beautiful because there aren’t all that many supermodels clomping about the place.
I guess my point is I had a vague notion, once upon a time, that I might one day just get lucky and be one of those women who can throw on a pair of trou, a nice shirt and blazer, then shove a couple of pins in my hair, whip on some sunglasses, grab my handbag and breeze out the door looking like that. Except with brown hair. And much shorter. And much pudgier.
My reality probably comes off a little more like this:
That is not me, by the way. I hope it’s not you either. If it is… sorry.
I am bummed out that I’ll never be effortlessly beautiful, in the same way I am bummed out that I will never be a famous musician or get to play Eponine in Les Miserables.
What bums you out?