What if you became pretty?

What would be different?

What if that illusive day suddenly arrived and you suddenly saw what your lovers saw?

Would all of your accomplishments seem better?

Would your success feel more deserved if you were pretty?

Would you start doing things differently?
Would you stop focusing on your lips?
Your breasts?
Your waist?
Your hips?
Would you start focusing on your character?

Would you spend more time with yourself naked?
Would you ask for the pleasure that you so rightly deserve?
Would being pretty give you the currency to do these things?

What does pretty smell like? Look like? Move like?

Could you recognize it?

What if you felt pretty?

What would it feel like?

Would it feel like butterflies in your tum or would it feel like a heavy shield you had to carry?

Perhaps it would feel like cool silk on warm skin or maybe it would feel like lying on a bed of nails.

Maybe what you are feeling now is the feeling of pretty.

How do you know it isn’t?

What if you just decided that you were

PRETTY?

[I’ve typed the word so many times that it doesn’t look like pretty - yet it is.]

Maybe. Just maybe that’s like you.

Maybe you’ve looked at yourself too many times that you no longer look like “pretty” -

yet you are.

You are pretty.

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[BUT, DOES THAT ACTUALLY CHANGE ANYTHING IMPORTANT?]