How Pretty Am I Scientifically Novels & Stories

Except that she was crazy because, everyone knows, passion has no logic. And then she entered the dilemma with even less logic that if he was so good looking, he probably was no good. More beauty, less character or something like that. And certainly, I objected, using myself as an example. Don't get me wrong or think I'm narcissistic, but my self esteem is in place and I know I'm not ugly. So he told her, “I'm pretty and I'm good. And there? What the fuck is this theory?”. So, Bia countered with “but beauty is relative”, contradicting what she herself had started. If he was handsome and, therefore, no good, how to know if he was really good, if she was beautiful, according only - and only -

"Even without me, Russell would never be interested in someone as ugly as you!" Nathalie shouted loudly, "Where am I inferior to you? My face is also beautiful, my figure is also good, and I even have scientific research skills! Why should you get all the good things?" "Who gave you the confidence? Is it because your face is prettier than mine, your waist is thinner than mine, or your legs are longer than mine?" Zoey glanced at the person in front of her and sneered, "With such a petite figure, how dare you wear this kind of style? I think you're not showing off, but exposing your flaws!"

And yet, apparently not beautiful enough for the one man I want. Am I delusional? Should I alter something like my hair, my style, or my whole body just to perfect the picture? My eyes sweep over myself. I’m tall without being lanky, slim without looking starved. My skin is flawless; my hair falls in silky strawberry-blonde waves.

Gianna mumbles something under her breath I dont hear. “Huh?” "I hate to be the one to say this sweetheart but you’ve stopped trying” At my dropped jaw she raised both hands in surrender “Not to say that you need it, you’re so pretty it’s annoying sometimes, you would look cute even with a sack over your head and without eyebrows, which says alot. But that doesn’t change the fact that if you dress up and look good it shows that you want to be admired and desired, and in return, the male in him would react to that.

Someone who was the target of many girls. “Hey.” I replied to him and he came and sat in front of me. I smiled at him. He’s the target of many women yet he spends his time with me. Now, I don’t mean to brag or anything but I’m quite pretty myself. I have long silky dark hair, light brown big eyes, plump lips, fair skin and the perfect height and body. Although I won’t deny I had to work on most of that. I grew out my hair, exercised for my body and took a lot of care of my skin.

Karenina asked again. "Karenina, my dear sister. Since when have I cared about comparing myself to others? Especially to someone who is more beautiful or richer?" Ariana asked her twin sister casually. "I can't be more beautiful than anyone, even if I wanted to, because just like you, I was born with this face. And I have no intention of trying to beautify myself to look as stunning as a celebrity because I know I won't be able to undergo plastic surgery and change my appearance. And as for being rich, if you always compare yourself to people wealthier than you, you'll always feel poor, no matter what." Ariana replied with her sensible logic.

Then, he continued, "But I guess what is in front of me now is prettier." Getting flustered with his pick-up line, Margie could only smile with the red tinge on her cheeks. "No need to be exaggerated like that, Babe. I'm just an ordinary she-wolf." She added. She kept being low-profile although she got praised by other people, including her boyfriend. Indeed, one of her traits looked modest for most people, but she didn't realize that it was her attractiveness that charmed others, especially the male-wolves. "No, I'm not, Margie. To me, you are prettier than any other creatures." Bastian was persistent with his opinion although it sounded like an ancient fossil.

Just panting. "I was running...?" She asks with a soft and delicate, but serious tone of voice. She found him attractive, which was logical from an aesthetic point of view. Charming, what a woman would instinctively find. But not desirable, which didn't make much sense. Considering that the statistics regarding him were that ten out of every ten women wanted him at first glance. “My God, it looks like a plucked chicken..., she thinks inwardly, criticizing the color of his skin, with no trace of having been in the sun.”

“And if he's nice and handsome, then you know he'll be broke.” “Is that a fact?” Mom loved playing along to these kind of things. “It's true,” I said, now smiling for the first time the entire day. “Seriously. I think they did a study in Newsweek on it. It's a scientific thing and science doesn't lie.” My mom and I were both cracking up now. “Well which of the two would you prefer if you had to choose?” Mom asked.

All women could not hide their inner joy and satisfaction when they saw beautiful attires regardless of how solemn they were. "So, you're saying that I'm not aware of my charms?" Zoe pretended to be mad. "No, there are differences between people's charms." "How so? Hmm?" Zoe looked at Quinn. "Cordy's charms are unique and rare. It's very hard to see such a pretty woman in the world." "How about me?" Zoe immediately asked. "You're a popular beauty." "So, you mean that I'm very ordinary, huh?" Zoe was indeed angry now. "What I meant is that everyone thinks you're very pretty." Quinn chuckled. "You're a super idol. Of course, your charms are in line with people's tastes."