Beauty Privilege Novels & Stories

“Belle is a girl and she is pretty. She also needs to look pretty!” “She is?” Ajax gave me a deadpan look and turned his head to look at me before turning back to look at Holly. “I can’t see what part about her is pretty.” “Well, I am pretty enough to get liked by Holly.” I smile innocently at Ajax and feel satisfied when I strike a nerve. He started it. It is only natural that I get to say something too.

blows his conscience. "Learn to dress decently!!! I'll get to it" So she takes out a jelaba (a long loose dress) and wears it. "You see physio, you're beautiful, to be beautiful it's not about dressing sexy, the word sexy does not converge with beauty, always be natural, being beautiful is not about putting on a kilogram of powder on his face, always stay fresh, the important thing is that you are comfortable in your body, never try to impress others again at the expense of your reputation, it's not worth it

"He didn't even think about me and how I would feel after this??? He knew that I was into him all this time!" Nika always regarded herself as a beauty and it was her reckioning that beauty comes with its own privileges, such as special treatment. So she wondered why does this concept does not seem apply to Andrew???! What a pig!

When she touched her cheek, her fingers came away with traces of blood from where the soap had scraped too deeply. "Let this be a lesson," Irene said, finally releasing Beverly's shoulders. "Beauty is a privilege, not a right. And privileges can be taken away." Beverly stared at herself in the reflection of Diro's computer screen. Her face was red and irritated, her lips swollen and cracked. She looked worse than she had before the makeup—she looked damaged. "Now," Diro said, settling back into his chair, "do we understand each other?" Beverly nodded automatically, her face throbbing with every movement.

Their motto was, “making beauty accessible for every woman.” When they first launched their product, the motto caused a lot of uproar amongst women, particularly, women of color. They felt like it was a subtle shade to them. As though they needed to pay to access beauty as if beauty was not inherent in them. “We would not be buying products that make us Asian women look less beautiful or appealing. We know that we are minorities in the united states but that does not make us any less beautiful.” These women wrote on various campaign boards all around the globe.

Anytime they noticed someone with natural beauty, they took better care of them, making sure to give us regular teeth whitening treatments, having a private trainer with us to keep us in the best shape, getting access to waxing treatments. I’ve enjoyed the pampering, Raina often thought of others and how unfair it was that they didn’t get the same treatment. I know she was right, but complaining would put me at risk of going down on the totem pole and… I wanted to stay higher up. I’m a selfish person. Maybe this is what I deserve.

Because of her beauty, She can get a waitress job very easily. "It's nice to have a pretty face. Everyone loves you." Said Petra, a loyal customer of the cafe Alexa's working at. "Don't be like that, Petra. You are lucky than I am." "I think you're overemphasizing your beauty. You are just a beauty. You had no talents or skill." "If people who are born smart use their smart privilege to get into the best university, why are pretty girls considered bad when they use their pretty privilege to get a job? "

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

She picked it up to look at it, and saw that it was a netty lingerie that was as good as no clothing. "You're wearing that to meet the boss later today" Sophia spoke from behind. Amaya felt her insides turn and she had the urge to throw up. Imagining the Don touching her again made her want to spit. How much he disgusts her. "He's damn handsome too and you can't deny that fact" her subconsciousness taunted. "Stupid mind" Amaya groaned, holding her head. Sophia laughed when she saw Amaya groan, and said casually, "come on, you should eat something".

Emily tied her long brown hair into a ponytail. She looked at the mirror and saw her pale reflection. She had never looked so pitiful before. She hated the nameless man she had met the night before. Emily applied foundation and powder, then used pink blush to restore some color to her pale face. Finally, she applied blood-red lipstick to her lips. Perfect! The strong Emily was back.