Thought Catalogue:
1. You never have to deal with “friend-zoning” guys.
I am not an ugly girl, so it’s hard for me to find a guy friend who doesn’t
want to get in my pants, date me, or marry me. It’s like guys, please, I’m
only one girl—and I’m young! I don’t want to be tied down. And every day
I have to go through the tedious process of sitting my guy friends down and
saying, “No, I don’t want to date. No, we are not an item. No, I only hooked
up with you last week because I was blackout drunk and Hot. NO. NO.
NO.” Turning down guys is exhausting.
Plain Janes never have this problem because they know that if any guy is
hanging out with them, it must be their personality (because it’s clearly not
for looks). You don’t have to deal with friend-zoning guys because you
already know that they are clearly not interested. You ugly girls have it so
lucky, and I don’t think you fully appreciate that.
2. You never have to worry about making the most of
your prime.
Since I’m a beautiful person, people are always telling me to be careful
because looks fade, and what will I have then? I mean, I see myself as in a
perpetual prime, and I guess in a worst-case scenario, eventually, when I’m
like forty I’ll sort of lose my natural glow. However, by that time I’ll
already be married to a rich suitor and still living a carefree life. But—yes,
here comes that horrid “but”—what if I’m not married to a rich man and
my natural glow seems to run away from me? It’s terrifying to think that
life might get harder than this. I already have to deal with being perfect—
it’s unfair for people to expect me to do more right now because it’s my
“prime.”
With ugly people, you’re in a perpetual flat line, so no one expects you to
make the most of your beauty “while it lasts.” You’ll always be ugly, so no
matter whether it’s today or fifty years from now, you’re never going to get
any luckier with getting lucky. You guys have no expectations or supposed
“timeline” of youth—you have all the time in the world to be ugly. I
supposedly only have a decade to be Helen of Troy.
3. You get to put on make-up and enjoy the joys of
dressing up.
Since I always look perfect, I don’t get the joy of putting on make-up and
dressing up every day. I mean, every girl remembers those dress-up days
when we were little and we’d throw on dresses and make-up. Dressing up is
so much fun! But as a naturally beautiful woman, I can wear sweatpants and
still get complimented on looking perfect.
You Plain Janes still get to enjoy the little joys of putting on lipstick, eye
shadow, and blush like you’re a little kid. You get to transform yourself
from the ugly duckling to the cuter little princess with several swipes of a
brush. I don’t get to experience that exciting, fun transformation that I
reveled in as a little girl.
4. You don’t have to deal with weirdos always hitting on
you.
OMG, don’t get me started on having to walk around with annoying number
that the barista Sharpied on your morning coffee, having to avoid the
smirks and winks of countless men on the subway to work, having to tell
the new hire again that no, you do not want to go get drinks, having the
intern snap a photo of your ass when he thinks you’re not looking, or having
the schoolboys chuckle and whistle as you grab lunch at your favorite food
truck.
Can a woman go through one day without being the center of attention for
her unparalleled beauty? It’s exhausting being me already (see the other
bullet points), and I don’t want to have to deal with another stockbroker
asking me for my number at cocktail hour; I don’t want to flirt with the hot
single dad at the supermarket.
Stop hitting on me. I need some “me” time.
You Plain Janes are always left alone to do your own thing, and that
solitude makes me so, so jealous. Seriously, ladies, enjoying being alone
and ignored—you don’t know how hard it is on the other side of the
attractiveness train tracks.
5. You still enjoy getting compliments.
When you are naturally beautiful like I am, people act like it’s their job to
remind you that you are blessed with good looks, and it’s so sad. I get
complimented so much that I get no pleasure from the phrases that once
made me feel so giddy inside. It’s as if “You look amazing,” “You look
great,” and “You are so beautiful” have become “Hello.”
With ugly people, you still get that excitement that people are admiring
your new haircut, cute top, or recent manicure. I mean, when you get
praised for everything, nothing feels special anymore.
Always being complimented on my beauty has become rather, well, tragic.

You don’t have to deal with weirdos always hitting on
you.
OMG, don’t get me started on having to walk around with annoying number
that the barista Sharpied on your morning coffee, having to avoid the
smirks and winks of countless men on the subway to work, having to tell
the new hire again that no, you do not want to go get drinks, having the
intern snap a photo of your Bottom when he thinks you’re not looking, or having
the schoolboys chuckle and whistle as you grab lunch at your favorite food
truck.
Can a woman go through one day without being the center of attention for
her unparalleled beauty? It’s exhausting being me already (see the other
bullet points), and I don’t want to have to deal with another stockbroker
asking me for my number at cocktail hour; I don’t want to flirt with the hot
single dad at the supermarket.
Stop hitting on me. I need some “me” time.
You Plain Janes are always left alone to do your own thing, and that
solitude makes me so, so jealous. Seriously, ladies, enjoying being alone
and ignored—you don’t know how hard it is on the other side of the
attractiveness train tracks.

Iffa hear say naija girl dey ever tire for compliments

Swizdoe:

1. You never have to deal with “friend-zoning” guys.
I am not an ugly girl, so it’s hard for me to find a guy friend who doesn’t
want to get in my pants, date me, or marry me. It’s like guys, please, I’m
only one girl—and I’m young! I don’t want to be tied down. And every day
I have to go through the tedious process of sitting my guy friends down and
saying, “No, I don’t want to date. No, we are not an item. No, I only hooked
up with you last week because I was blackout drunk and Hot. NO. NO.
NO.” Turning down guys is exhausting.
Plain Janes never have this problem because they know that if any guy is
hanging out with them, it must be their personality (because it’s clearly not
for looks). You don’t have to deal with friend-zoning guys because you
already know that they are clearly not interested. You ugly girls have it so
lucky, and I don’t think you fully appreciate that.
2. You never have to worry about making the most of
your prime.
Since I’m a beautiful person, people are always telling me to be careful
because looks fade, and what will I have then? I mean, I see myself as in a
perpetual prime, and I guess in a worst-case scenario, eventually, when I’m
like forty I’ll sort of lose my natural glow. However, by that time I’ll
already be married to a rich suitor and still living a carefree life. But—yes,
here comes that horrid “but”—what if I’m not married to a rich man and
my natural glow seems to run away from me? It’s terrifying to think that
life might get harder than this. I already have to deal with being perfect—
it’s unfair for people to expect me to do more right now because it’s my
“prime.”
With ugly people, you’re in a perpetual flat line, so no one expects you to
make the most of your beauty “while it lasts.” You’ll always be ugly, so no
matter whether it’s today or fifty years from now, you’re never going to get
any luckier with getting lucky. You guys have no expectations or supposed
“timeline” of youth—you have all the time in the world to be ugly. I
supposedly only have a decade to be Helen of Troy.
3. You get to put on make-up and enjoy the joys of
dressing up.
Since I always look perfect, I don’t get the joy of putting on make-up and
dressing up every day. I mean, every girl remembers those dress-up days
when we were little and we’d throw on dresses and make-up. Dressing up is
so much fun! But as a naturally beautiful woman, I can wear sweatpants and
still get complimented on looking perfect.
You Plain Janes still get to enjoy the little joys of putting on lipstick, eye
shadow, and blush like you’re a little kid. You get to transform yourself
from the ugly duckling to the cuter little princess with several swipes of a
brush. I don’t get to experience that exciting, fun transformation that I
reveled in as a little girl.
4. You don’t have to deal with weirdos always hitting on
you.
OMG, don’t get me started on having to walk around with annoying number
that the barista Sharpied on your morning coffee, having to avoid the
smirks and winks of countless men on the subway to work, having to tell
the new hire again that no, you do not want to go get drinks, having the
intern snap a photo of your ass when he thinks you’re not looking, or having
the schoolboys chuckle and whistle as you grab lunch at your favorite food
truck.
Can a woman go through one day without being the center of attention for
her unparalleled beauty? It’s exhausting being me already (see the other
bullet points), and I don’t want to have to deal with another stockbroker
asking me for my number at cocktail hour; I don’t want to flirt with the hot
single dad at the supermarket.
Stop hitting on me. I need some “me” time.
You Plain Janes are always left alone to do your own thing, and that
solitude makes me so, so jealous. Seriously, ladies, enjoying being alone
and ignored—you don’t know how hard it is on the other side of the
attractiveness train tracks.
5. You still enjoy getting compliments.
When you are naturally beautiful like I am, people act like it’s their job to
remind you that you are blessed with good looks, and it’s so sad. I get
complimented so much that I get no pleasure from the phrases that once
made me feel so giddy inside. It’s as if “You look amazing,” “You look
great,” and “You are so beautiful” have become “Hello.”
With ugly people, you still get that excitement that people are admiring
your new haircut, cute top, or recent manicure. I mean, when you get
praised for everything, nothing feels special anymore.
Always being complimented on my beauty has become rather, well, tragic.

kk

Veralaw:

iceberylin:

Swizdoe:

Wtf is wrong with you

Veralaw:

Headache

chimerase2:
I remember while in skul
I was seated at one corner hyping ma organic chem, den I just say mak I look around small I did I saw one ugly gal kai dis gal wash hand for ground worwor, I was just staring at her with out any reason with so many things like will dis gal ever get married, does she have boi frnd and so on, like play play play play dis gal wrote some fin in a piece of paper and gave me
It reads ''hey guy stop looking at me I knw am ugly and soo what!!!'' I was shocked

farano:
@ Swizdoe source pls

naijaboiy:

Iffa hear say naija girl dey ever tire for compliments

ireneony:
they get married to the most handsome guys every Saturday , how I wish I was ugly , the good guys will come my way not players

midasbliss:
Nobody is Ugly, Unless u see urself as one

Meky7777:
I hate ugly girls with passion.

badoolee:
We knw say we worwor,buh na we still dey marry fine boys pass

Meky7777:
I hate ugly girls with passion.