Novel & Cerita Beauty Privilege

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

It's no use running away from reality, we may even have gained more visibility in soap operas and magazines, but it's not fat women that someone who reads,natural beauty. No, they see tall, skinny women in their minds, full of proportionate curves and zero cellulite. Some may even insist that the standard of beauty is changing, but just turn on the television to see that the reality is still different, nobody sees any girls weighing more than seventy kilos being the protagonist. I can't even imagine showing up here tomorrow to judge any woman's appearance, first because that would be very hypocritical of me, judging someone's body when I don't even accept mine, no, it definitely won't happen

However, today, Ciara didn't see any single person at all. However, Ciara doesn't pay much attention, she just needs to do her job correctly. Just as Ciara had that thought, the store received its first customer for the evening. The customer was a tall, slender girl with fair skin as white as boiled egg whites. At first glance, one would know that she belonged to the non-human race. Normally, Ciara does not like to interact with such customers. Even though she was educated that these two races were friends, the ideology of the fundamental differences between them had been deeply ingrained in her subconscious since birth, and it was hard to get rid of this prejudice entirely.

Or is it because I want to feel superior like the disillusioned typical bully you are? "Bianca, i've had enough of your repulsive insecurities! And just so you know, you have nothing, absolutely NOTHING worth being envious of! You fool yourself thinking you're a queen right?? Well guess what?.... Anyone can wake up any day and call themselves queens!' "Here at B.H.A, it's determined by how wealthy you are right? Isn't it shameful to brag about wealth that isn't even yours?? If I remember well, you flaunted some petty achievements of yours in your bitchy little welcome speech on my first day.

I was in no way as beautiful as she was, and I'm not saying this because I doubt my beauty. ‘Nonsense,’ Zinnia said dismissively, ‘you are still recovering from poverty and malnutrition. You also don't have makeup on your face, so don't compare yourself to her. You are better.’ I looked away from the woman, averting my eyes to the alpha's hand on mine. It didn't matter if she was more beautiful, she would never stand in the way of my survival.

Mayra walked towards the dance floor asking them to stop the music and took the mike in her slender hands. Every girl present here was jealous of her beauty. She was the perfect example of elegance and strength and they envied it because they didn’t have it in them. They wanted all the glory without the struggles. She wasn't someone very extraordinary but normal is rare these days. Mayra has always tried her best to be as normal as possible and not behave like the only heirs of such a big business group usually do as she knows that it doesn't matter. For her, what really matters is beyond the measurement of wealth.

When Clarissa entered the beauty salon, it was not surprising that everybody turned their heads to see who came in. Everybody was in awe. It was as if a celebrity visited the salon. No. More than a celebrity but a goddess who went down from heaven to make them realize that “humans were not created equal.” That Clarissa was a special being created to make other individuals fall into despair, as she was almost perfect in every aspect. Everyone was like saying “Who is this beautiful woman?” Even the clients of that salon that time never missed making a second look just to gaze at the beauty who just arrived.

Hera looked around, "I am sure that the men you slept with are around here with their ladies while you are simply staring at nothing in particular. You have no work except standing in a corner and insulting every privileged person. Now let me make this clear to everyone here including you. I was indeed raped but not because I wanted to or because I was wayward. It was planned for me, I was sure but do you know what I will advise you not to do? You should not conclude someone's worth using their past. Just because you are rich doesn't mean that you are happier than those living a comfortable average life. Just because you are beautiful does not mean that you are better than those who have the