Beauty Privilege Novels & Stories

It seems that you are dragged into this mess to do what you are doing,” Regina advised. “Beauty of any kind is at the eyes that look at it; there are many counterfeit faces in this modern age: plastic faces, surgical faces, cream faces and pancake faces. Nature endows one with supernatural beauty. The fact is that whatever way beauty is made, artificial or supernatural, it is still beauty at the eyes that look at it. If my husband accepts my abject character which you found out, you have no right to stop me from putting on anything,” Vivian emphatically declared.

She could not bear to pull out the rest of the gel willy-nilly. The few other women in the beauty salon were all regulars used to Jane’s natural complexion. Now that they had seen Jane’s face had become this beautiful without makeup, it drove them into a frenzy. “Madison, Jane might not need it, but we do. Since we’re all regulars, you should at least name a price for it!” “Give me some of it. I’ll pay whatever it’s worth, just name a price.” “I want some too.” Within the moment, the women had caused an uproar. Men would go crazy over wealth, while women would do the same when it came to beauty.

As she stood behind the curtains of the club’s VIP showroom, she knew she was next in line. She stood with the other remaining girls about her age, all dressed in milk-colored robes, awaiting their turn to be called by their name tags. She was tagged "The Slender Beauty" with a starting price of five million dollar. Slender Beauty had initially asked why she was priced higher. According to the boss, she was a unique product, and the buyers would devour themselves to have her.

He's looking at me like a predator prying his helpless victim. " Based on my own perspective, the term beauty pertains to a place, person, or any thing that are pleasant in the eyes. There are various standards of beauty based on where country or place you are living in and also cultures just like what you said Sir that are passed on to every generations. Take for example, in Korea being skinny is the standard of beauty. If you're skinny you're more beautiful than the rest of the women in your country. That is an advantage for most women. Another, the color of the skin. You're considered one of the prettiest girl if you have a fair skin or a porcelain skin otherwise you're ugly if the tone o

Most times I don’t even bathe just for Elyra to wash but here…. Now! Why am I suddenly feeling guilty, guilty to have had the pleasure of witnessing this obscenely gorgeous and luxurious experience If death wasn’t a looming threat I would have wished Elyra to be the one here, right now because she would have loved this. Magical or not, for a girl who’s lived and grown in poverty luxuries like this are rarely ever seen. Such beauty forced into one room, Like comfort shaped specifically to weaken people. Is this a ploy or illusion?

The injustice burned in my chest as I bent down again, fingers brushing against torn cloth and broken glass, jaw clenched so tight it ached Those girls, Morgan’s girls, they walk around untouchable. I just wished that someone would just bring down their shoulders and inflict pain on them so that they would feel what they have been doing to others. They get away with everything, and no one ever calls it what it is. Privilege. Not the kind that comes from strength or honor but the kind that feeds on the weak, that thrives on cruelty. And I never, ever wanted that kind of power. I’ll stay a normal person even if it costs me everything.

Even if we don't say it, it's certainly obvious that a lot of people love pretty faces and people these days are really invested into today's beauty standards. If you're pretty, everyone will love you, and if you're ugly, people will treat you like shit. Well, not all the time. Sabrina Clarke knew that she was beautiful, and she uses that for her own benefits, cause why not. Sure, she'll be going on her day and get good compliments most of the time, but every so often those compliments are just some things that she found creepy.

This wasn't a peaceful retreat; it was a military compound disguised as a luxury estate. The heavy doors swung inward, revealing a cavernous, coldly modern entryway lined with dark slate floors and floor-to-ceiling glass windows that looked out into the white abyss of the storm. The interior was massive, boasting clean lines and expensive minimalist furniture, but it possessed zero warmth. It felt like a museum dedicated to isolation.

Beauty products formulated by her own company! Absolutely high-end! Shirley turned around and picked up a book, preparing to pass the time nearby. Originally, the beauticians at the beauty center were still unsatisfied and wanted to continue promoting, but the beauty supervisor pulled the short-sighted beautician into a nearby room. "Supervisor, why did you pull me?" the young beautician said quietly. "That customer looks quite wealthy. Selling another product means more profit!"

I was just too unsophisticated. A professional stripper raised in the hoods. "And who is this beautiful lady?" Mr. Leonardo asked, catching my attention. "Oh, this is my fiancee." Mark finally introduced. I nearly rolled my eyes again, but instead forced a professional smile. A smile that seemed real after so many months of practice. Being a stripper is huge work. "Pleasure to meet you princesa." He complimented while I gave a warm smile. "And you too Mr. Leo." I said before he gave Mark a knowing look.