Emy Bracco
2 min readJul 27, 2024

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Not to sound full of myself, but I often get attention from men. I know I am an attractive person. But that hasn't given me everything I wanted. Anytime I’ve cheated, it wasn't because I was bombarded by mens attention, it was because I was bored and at the time, sick, and not a good person.

My life has not been easier because I am pretty. I often deal with sexism at the work place, OFTEN. Did I reiterate that too much? I feel like I am not taken seriously. That I am judged. I've been in absuive relationships. I have PTSD, ADHD, and other mental health disorders that making coping with life unattractive to others. I am not immune to pain or hardship because I'm beautiful. I do not get things handed to me. I get rejected just like everybody else.

I am often only just a pretty face, but ignored for my much deeper, raw, and real humanness. I am sometimes nothing but a fantasy. A toy to be played with until I lose my shine to them, and tossed aside.

I am not denying the power of attractiveness in people. The outer has to match the inner to be truly considered beautiful, in my eyes. Sure you can be aesthetically gorgeous. But be a total prick on the inside, which is unattractive. Thus, for me at least, making them more unattractive.

Idk. I have to reread and keep thinking. Like I said. I have a lot to say.

Who would have thought?? Such a pretty girl with so much to ponder and think and process through things. I thought we were all just vaipd with nothing but thoughts of getting whats ours, conquering men, obsessed with our looks, and superficilaitiy.

I’m not saying everything you wrote is wrong. I just think it’s dangerous to generalize things about beautiful women in general. We all have our own paths. Our own war stories. Our own victories and accomplishments we built with our bare hands, not our faces. We were dealt the cards we were dealt. And we use what we can to survive being a woman in this misogynist world.

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Emy Bracco
Emy Bracco

Written by Emy Bracco

Writing poems since before I knew what poetry meant. Maybe, that's why I never kept a single one. Not until my heart broke open did I start keeping my words.

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