I must must start with a confession: I envy attractive people. Somehow, the World is a nicer place for those who look good and their lives are a lot easier in many respects (although the beautiful ones may not notice that). For those who are ugly, like me, the World is a little bit meaner and we have to work twice as much in order to gain the same recognition as the pretty ones - although we can have a secret pleasure: we are always aware that all the recognition we get is due to our work, not to our looks.
In any relationship, looks matter. Don’t say they don’t - you know you are lying. But looks are not everything, far from it. They matter... but only as long as and when they matter. Beautiful faces are only beautiful as long as we feel their hearts and souls are beautiful as well. A pretty face with a dark soul is never - I mean, NEVER - attractive. The prettiest face with the ugliest soul and the coldest heart makes a repulsive person... and I had to learn this lesson the hard way.
Many beautiful ones tend to get mesmerized by their own reflex. And beauty can make them smug, conceited, arrogant (yeah, I know - I used three synonyms). But smug, conceited and arrogant people can never be beautiful - they are, per definition, ugly individuals, no matter how much their faces and bodies match all the beauty standards. It doesn’t matter, they are ugly, horrible, disgusting. And the same applies to narcissists - no narcissist can be attractive, all of them are puddles of vomit.
I love beautiful people. I admire and envy them. But not all of them. Only those who are, de facto, beautiful.
And you? Are you actually beautiful or do you just think you are beautiful?
Yours,