Novel & Cerita Beauty Privilege

But if I wanted to make him turn away from me, wouldn’t I need a woman who’s far more beautiful than me? It was not that I thought my face was exceptionally beautiful, but maybe the girl I was looking for wouldn’t stay up late at night to apply for a job opening that looked suspicious from the start. Look at these desperate people. I even used my personal account, not the company’s. But it was so easy to make them send me their personal photos. If they were THAT beautiful and sexy, shouldn’t they not have to do this? Beauty is a privilege, isn’t it? They should have a better life. Use that pretty face to become a model, an influencer or something.

“Nice to see the black kid still lives, I like his appearances, and would need him in to collaborate with Mercy, you know how we’ve always cherished colors, don’t you Sophia” Mercy one of Margaret’s top models had always been an icon to look up to, simply because she advocates colors, she made sure to come up with a brand of makeup that supports her notion of colors making up the world. “I hear you Margaret, if we could leave now though, that would favor the both of us” ‘Yes” finally Sophia speaks up. “Let’s move then shall we?” asks Shirley.

Phoenix Beauty, the top beauty center in the aristocrat circle! You would also have to have a noble and distinguished status aside from money. The beauty center only served people of noble backgrounds! It was said that even people who had a net worth of hundreds of billions of dollars would also have to queue up to go for an appointment there! Now, she was actually giving it directly to Jenna!

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 was used to waiting in lines to get what she wanted. She was the daughter of one of the country's most wretched families so when she went out, she was never treated like someone privileged. She was only treated that way sometimes for her beauty. Shea, in a way, didn't like being treated that way. She likes those privileges, she admires it. She wants it. Even though sometimes, it has its own disadvantages. She was tired of always having to wait her turn in a line and other things that normal people would have to do. She craves for the day she wouldn't have to do these things anymore.

She hardly recognized herself anymore. “I don’t want this.” Natalie was honest. “But what can I do? I can’t go back to being my old self.” Jayde empathized when he heard that. He never thought that a woman as beautiful as Natalie would dislike her beauty. Isn’t that what all the women out there want? Many women spend tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars of their hard-earned money to fulfill their beauty standards. They were even willing to endure the pain of having their skin slashed for the sake of it. However, Natalie was not that kind of woman.

None of those women can compare to her natural beauty. "You are more beautiful than all the women in every herd. They are all the same, tall, and fake. They're more human than anything with how they dye their hair, get breast enhancements, and all the other fake stuff I can't think about. They assume that's what men want. Maybe some do, but not me. I prefer natural beauty. Who wants something fake when you can have something real with meaning?" Monica looks up at me and smiles slightly.

I recognized the desire in men's eyes and the jealousy in the women I met. Beauty wouldn't save me, but it helped. It had gotten me this far in life. It was another tool in my arsenal though. It got me further than anything else I had tried to use to my advantage. It wasn't my fault that this was more effective than diplomacy. Beauty was its own form of diplomacy. If it secured me the future I was looking for, it was worth whatever I had to sacrifice to get it.

Her eyes also radiated unfiltered confidence. "Mr. Nicholl, please rest assured." Her voice was sweet and had a girlish charm to it, yet her face was resolute. "I will definitely not waste the opportunity you have given to me." Fabian couldn't help but be momentarily surprised. People would often describe someone like Hannah as a "beauty without brains." It was a bias rooted in the belief that having outstanding looks alone was enough for a life of ease and privilege. Having outstanding beauty could grant people advantages and luxuries in every aspect of life.

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 daughter 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 procedu