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The Twisted “Benefits” of Being Pretty
Likely, it’s not what you think
I am not bragging here. You’ll see the point I’m making a bit later. Stick with me, K?
But, I come from a nice-looking family. There are nine of us kids, and my parent’s genetics did a pretty good job in the mash-up. We have all had the benefit of being the good-looking person in the room quite often. We were also well-trained to treat people well and smile, regardless of how we really felt. People don’t need to see all the shit underneath.
My sweet man talks about being the middle child, the invisible one, the unappreciated and ignored one. I have no idea what that might have been like. However, as the oldest, I see the same characteristics in my number 3 and 4 brothers. And I see it has its own challenges. Those were not mine, however. It was quite the opposite for me.
As a child, I got plenty of attention from people. I had a sweet singing voice, was friendly enough, smiled a lot, found no problem making conversation-especially with people of my parent’s generation, and loved to care for people. My sage green eyes were often what people would comment on when they first would meet me.
I was full-grown at age 13, making me taller than literally everyone in my family except my maternal grandfather. My body was a little…
