Beauty Privilege Novels & Stories

“You were blessed with more beauty than any woman I have ever met, yet you are also the only woman I know who doesn’t wish to be seen as beautiful. Claire and her sisters spend hours preening to perfection and cinching their waists until they can scarcely breathe trying to be prettier and have men look at them with longing or desire. All the women I am acquainted with do the same, except you.” “Beauty is not a blessing, it is a curse I would gladly not suffer. I can not see one good thing in my life that it has wrought. And I’ve told you before I will not wear over-tight whalebone undergarments. If you like corsets, you can wear one yourself. And perhaps I should warn you that I will not onl

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

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.