You’re Way Too Beautiful To Deal With His Bullshit

You know how there are certain days when you look in the mirror, see how soft your skin looks, and tell yourself that you’re killing the beauty game? And then there are other days when you avoid your reflection altogether, because you can’t stand the monstrosity staring back at you?

There’s a reason why you bounce back and forth between loving your body and hating it, and it has nothing to do with how attractive you are. It has everything to do with your mindset. Ever notice how you feel the ugliest when your crush flirts with another girl or when he takes hours to respond to your text?

The days you look “ugly” are lies. Your eyes, the only pieces of you that actually see your outer image, aren’t telling you you’re ugly. Your mind is–but the only reason that’s happening is because you’re not getting the attention of a boy who doesn’t even deserve you.

If he deserved you, he’d acknowledge your beauty. No, he wouldn’t drown you in meaningless compliments. He would eternally tell you you’re beautiful with the look in his eyes. The look that says, “How the hell am I with someone like her? Why the hell did she choose me?”

If he deserved you, then you wouldn’t question your beauty in a little black dress, in sweatpants, or in the nude. His face would be a constant reminder of what you are, inside and outside.

You’re beautiful. Don’t you realize that? You could have any guy you wanted if you played your cards right. So why would you waste your time with someone who makes you feel unattractive? Someone who takes a diamond and tricks it into believing it’s a hunk of dirt?

You’re too beautiful to be his second choice. You’re too beautiful to be the other woman. You’re too beautiful to be his play thing. Repeat these words again and again until they take form and start to feel like the truth: You’re too beautiful to deal with his bullshit.

It’s not cocky to call yourself attractive. It’s not immoral to walk away when someone thinks they’re dealing with a pushover when they’re really dealing with a princess. If your friend was swooning over some scumbag, you’d slap sense into her by reminding her of what a gorgeous goddess she is, so why won’t you do the same for yourself? Stop playing the part of your own worst enemy and start being your own best friend.

He’s not everything you need, no matter how smart or sweet or sexy he is. In fact, you don’t need him at all. What you do need is self-love, self-esteem, and self-acceptance.

There are millions of men in the world, so don’t sacrifice your sanity for one in particular. Sometime soon, you’ll find someone who acknowledges what a catch you are. Someone who doesn’t play games. Someone who won’t risk losing you.

Until that day comes, stay single, because no relationship is worth losing your mind over. Remember, darling, you’re too beautiful to deal with his bullshit. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

About the author

Holly Riordan

Holly is the author of Severe(d): A Creepy Poetry Collection.

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