Who came up with this god-forsaken lie?
According to society, and when I say society I mean ‘black twitter”, ex-boyfriends and male friends, the prettiest girls are the ones shaped like old-fashioned coke-bottles, blessed with a skin-tone of a lighter-hue. They’re naturally curly, or rock a mean Eurasion body wave weave, 26 inches, about 3 bundles. They’re educated, but not smarter than the average man, and they know how to cook and clean like Molly the maid and fuck and arch their backs like Pinky the pornstar. That is indeed their definition of pretty.
So if we work our way backwards with this equation happy = pretty, I… am not, and will not be happy.
I have curls but they’re beautifully tough and kinky, and also tamed by a chemical relaxer leaving my own hair at a mere 21 inches. I actually do (surprisingly) have an hourglass figure, but it’s not bodacious, it’s simple and sometimes barely there. And I’m sorry sweethearts, I’m far more wise, and successful, and driven than the average man my age and up.
I guess I’m not pretty… [ ha, who are we kidding, have you seen me? ]
But I’m happy… most days, like don’t know where it comes from, smile on my face, hold your hand and skip happy.
Let me share with you some truth, according to Yetti of course. Are you ready?
Happy Girls = Happy Girls. A happy girl has nothing to do with her being pretty and being happy will not make her pretty (sorry). A happy girl is girl that chose happiness. She chose joy, and bliss or maybe “woke up like this”… but that is it. We can complicate things by saying that the choice of joy lead to a heap of undeniable, overbearing and extensive self loving, which possibly caused this said happy girl to love the genetics displayed in her bathroom mirror, or gave her the confidence to finally get that rhinoplasty.
But that’s taking things a tad bit far.
So for now, a happy girl is a girl that decided upon happiness. Simple.
Check out the below video. A model shows us her perspective. Just some food for thought.