Man, I wish I was beautiful.

Picture beauty. Picture it right now, and don't attempt to censor yourself. 
I'd bet a good amount of money (if I had any to spare) the image that came to mind was a blonde, blue-eyed, big-titted, long-legged chick, probably of Russian or German descent. Right? Right.


Since I chopped my hair, I've been thinking of how positively average I am. I can't be that beautiful girl that walks into a room, swinging her long hair and making jaws drop. If you've ever heard the song "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" by Jet, which you probably have, this exceedingly sexy girl has big black boots and long brown hair. I have the boots... not the hair.


Don't get me wrong... I think I'm attractive. In some way, I guess. I'm kind of cute, like Ellen Page, but definitely not beautiful, like Zooey Deschanel. 

I used to be somewhat beautiful... Now what?

Now... I am a baby.

Well, there it is. I realize how infantile this sounds (It's just hair, right?) but it's a thorn in my side. Without conceit, I haven't had an issue finding attractiveness in the past, this is the first time I haven't felt beautiful. I don't know where it has gone over the past month or so...