Some time later, [Samson] fell in love with a woman in the Valley of Sorek whose name was Delilah. The rulers of the Philistines went to her and said, “See if you can lure him into showing you the secret of his great strength and how we can overpower him so we may tie him up and subdue him. Each one of us will give you eleven hundred shekels of silver.” Judges 16:4-5
Your kind of pretty is the loneliest kind, the cracked-under-the-surface kind.
It’s not altogether your fault. You learned it at eleven, when you read Seventeen Magazine secretly at your best friend’s house because your mom wouldn’t let you buy it. You learned that beauty was never really about you in the first place – it was about the boys.
It was about who noticed you and who didn’t and about whether you applied the right makeup or combed your hair the right way or wore the right clothes from the right stores. It was about the way you held your body when you sat on a bench, about what you did with your eyes. Flutter up. Flutter down. Flutter up. Catch his eye and then look away, and wait to see if you are magnetic enough to pull him in.
You are not so different than any of us. [Read the full post here.]