Beauty Privilege Novels & Stories

"Once my beauty is fully restored to its former glory, my life will turn upside down again. It's better this way, I enjoy peace and stability." Debra rolls her eyes. "Don't tell me that nonsense reasoning again. Beauty is a curse, blah blah blah. I have to remind you that beautiful women can have any man they like. Rich handsome men will flock to them like bees to honey. Pretty women don't have to work hard. They can easily find rich men who will dote on them and make them the queen of their hearts. That's the advantage of having a beautiful face and body like yours. Unlike me, I have to pay men to have sex with me so there's someone who can say I'm sexy, pretty and desirable. But the truth

The dark purple blended well with my skin colour and the bust size was just perfect for my overloaded bosom. Sometimes I envied Ini for her lucky body type, unlike me, she wasn't too heavy in the front and wasn't an overload behind. She had both sides in perfect form and anything she wore fitted her perfectly. As for me, I wasn't too gifted behind. They're so many of my dresses I had to give up to Ini because they looked better on her and Ini being the good friend she is, cleared half the dresses in my closet but promised to go shopping with me to fill up the blank spaces she left behind.

She nudged his elbow as I smiled. "You are beautiful both physically and emotionally. No one can take what you did. I was afraid you would spill hot water on me when I arrived. But the smile you gave was very shocking. I know why Ini has been going crazy over you." I said as she bit her lips holding back a blush. "It's no problem. To be honest, it's not like I did like it. But, I know he was busy with work and besides, the victory is really obvious too." She added as I turned to Ini.

Kendrick lightly touched Sig's back with a finger, almost knocking him over, "Well now you won't be in trouble with her, will you?" "I-I guess so." Sig held his shoulder and then gave Kendrick a puzzled look about how he'd complimented his wife, "You-you think she's beautiful?" "Of course. Don't you?" "Well, yes, of course! But...you're..." "Beauty is something we giants appreciate in its many forms." Kendrick admitted. "But...perhaps I'm getting soft in my years." Sig shook his head, "I...I never would've guessed that coming from...well...you."

“All that talent, that consistency, and yet the world overlooks you. It’s unfair.” She turned to the table, picking up the box of condoms and carelessly setting it aside like it was nothing. “I work with exclusive clients,” she continued. “People who appreciate beauty. Beauty pays bills.” “They pay for…. experiences, in a private setting. They pay for beauty.” Rihanna turned to face me again, “And you have that. You just don’t realize what kind of value it holds yet. Our clients pay well for company, very intimate company.” I raised a brow, putting one and one together.

Answer like they’re chasing you. She smiled sweetly. “We’re not competing. We’re redefining. Beauty is no longer about just products, it’s about desire, power, and authenticity. And Chloe Luxe embodies all of that.” The cameras clicked faster. Some of the reporters exchanged impressed looks. Melinda and Diana swooped in behind her, their arms linked like queens surveying a kingdom. Zoe joined them, cheeky in a shimmering mini dress that caught every flash. Together, they made a formidable entourage. Even Chloe’s mother looked younger and prouder than Chloe had ever seen her.

However, in this moment of self-admiration, a realization dawns upon her—society often expects women to rely on artificial beauty products to enhance their appearance, both for their own satisfaction and to please others. Contemplating the significance of this realization, Nora ponders the pressure placed on women to conform to certain beauty standards. She questions the need for these fake beauty products and the societal expectations that surround them. Deep within, she yearns for a world where women can embrace their natural beauty without feeling compelled to rely on external enhancements.

I took my time appreciating her curves that were outlined by the sheet that had drawn taut around her middle and thighs. Now that she wasn't awake to hide herself from me I could look my fill without embarrassing her. She's so beautiful. I don't know why she doesn't see it. How can she not see what I see when I look at her? How can she not know how her beauty shines inside and out? Maybe it's this town filled with superficial women whose idea of beauty has become warped over time, that teaches girls that they have to fit into a certain mold to be accepted. It pisses me off that someone as brave and smart as she is, with the heart that she has, thinks that she's not worthy because other peopl

Maureen said, occasionally shrugging her shoulders, amused by the answer, "A beautician." Called sick, it should be enough to go to a public health institution. It was just that the scars from Iqlima's scratches would not be easily disguised with makeup. She even suspected that the wife of her step-cousin might have gilded her face with poison first so that her face would not be as smooth as usual. "The princess of a rich man. Leaving work behind at will," Ben retorted. Most of the rich girls Ben had known from school to college were like that, willing to skip their studies to get the best treatment or perhaps make an appointment at an expensive clinic, including going through painful proced

I rubbed at my aching eyes, asking myself if this is real? Am I really talking to a high-ranking person without a whip on their hand or at least a crowd watching my execution take place? “It’s not, with your pretty face.” Indeed, even when I’m an Omega, my white gold hair and sapphire eyes boasts enough beauty, if not too much. “All of us are beautiful if we have enough money and privilege to be taken care of,” I scoffed. Taking a moment’s rest beneath my new bounty: an apple tree filled with fat, red succulent fruits.