Sleeping Beauty

There are also beautiful people that have great personalities and because of these two factors it can be a curse. Many of the opposite sex they may be attracted too never get the message because the person may feel they aren't pretty or handsome enough to go out with such an attractive person.

When I was younger I was blessed to be very attractive, but from my strict up bringing I had high morals and could have ended up living in a pent house paid by a high flying lawyer (I denied his request), too shy to take the offer of becoming a model for clothing (and I am glad I never went that route.) I was popular with both girls and boys, but, my father instilled into me 'beauty fades, so you'd better have some good character to get through the rest of your life on.' I am no longer that young girl (still pretty attractive so I've been told for my old age) but now I have that character to hang onto and that's what draws people to me, not looks!

I became a beautiful woman and I get so much jealousy from women. While many were growing out of their beauty, I grew into mine. I have a good heart, however 90% of the time people assume that I am concieted. Quite the contrary. What I have learned is that people are shallow. As an ugly duckling, my social skills were lax due to maltreatment and isolation. Now, as a swan, I still suffer feelings of low self worth and most people won't take the time to get to know me because of all of the erroneous things that they assume about me. Being beautiful is not easier, especially if you are not the type to tear someone down in order to bring yourself up.

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I feel like I need to express this somehow and there are so few people that want to hear anything about the difficulties involved in being beautiful. So I'll add here that it is hard and wonderful at the same time. Some have said that I am very beautiful and others not. Honestly, I can't handle the charge I get from being as beautiful as I can be so unless I feel really strong and stable I cover it up. All the attention is like a drug. It feels great and at the same time takes me off center. Sometimes it feels so good that like a drug I want to keep the good feeling going at any cost, and it has cost me. Sometimes I sort of wake up (not literally but in terms of awareness) and realize that I have landed myself in a situation that isn't safe or maybe will hurt some one I care about. I would say it is hard to handle like playing with fire. No one wants to hear about the difficulties associated with it so it is isolating. I have only been able to have really close relationships with other women who are pretty as well because otherwise it ends up getting in the way. I can't be very warm with my friend's boyfriends or husbands because eventually they end up getting crushes on me and even though nothing actually happens it causes jealousy and general weirdness that I just never want to cause in any person's relationships. So, as my best friend told me yesterday ( she is so beautiful too) keep the conversations with other people's men short and cool. Otherwise all the ladies in town will end up hating you.

I was a beautiful child as well. People used to say this to me all the time. As a kid I felt like this was the best thing I had going. When I was fourteen my step father came on to me while he was drunk at a dinner party in front of all the guests. As anyone might imagine, I got pretty freaked out. After that I went from 115 pounds to 145 in about 6 weeks ... Size 4 to size 14. It was a big change. All of a sudden I saw how superficial people were. Men were not nearly as nice to me. However, I found that girls liked me a whole lot more and when boys did give me their attention it was for what came out of my mouth not how I looked. I was this bigger person until about 18. It was an unconscious protection. Basically I just couldn't handle the attention and feel safe and secure with it. It was very hard to not be able to attract the boys I was interested in - no dates for school dances or really anything until 17 but it kept me safe - no more advances from creepy older men, no more teenage boys grabbing my boobs - there were perks to being protected by fat and acne. I'm not saying that size 14 is some horrid thing or that a lady could not be totally smokin at size 14. I'm just saying that I wasn't. I had acne in my teens. repeated attempts at hair make-overs left me with a horrid over processed mess.

Anyway, I'm rambling. I guess my point is that I've experienced both sides and there are pros and cons to both. I want to be all I can be - sort of like making a garden bloom to its full potential. I feel like I am cheating myself if I cover it up now but at the same time its hard to handle. Keeping girlfriends is a challenge unless they are pretty secure. I can't be friends with men in my real openhearted way (I really like to be a kind and loving to people - a good friend - listener- helpful) can't do that for men because they get the wrong idea. Especially not if they are married. I have to tone it down all the time because otherwise I feel like I'm being an obnoxious show off. Women glare and men stare.

Some of the women in my little town have been gossiping about me - I guess that's why I'm writing here - I'm hurt - and no one wants to hear about it. Poor little pretty girl (million little violins playing right) I've been with my husband for 16 years now. To me family comes first - everyone family. I love my husband and have been faithful to him. I love being a Mom and my son is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I think messing with a family and kids is just so wrong. I guess what is bumming me out right now is that I feel like I have to hold myself back all the time to be connected because people become threatened. As the bright beings that we all are, in an ideal world, wouldn't we all be everything that we can be?

Don't be too nice or kind or warm or you are trying to steal my husband. Don't really get into dancing or you are an attention hog. Don't take care of yourself or you are too vain. Don't be too good at too many things or you'll make everyone look inadequate. Bend over backwards to be nice and clearly say you are not threatening over and over again. Point out your flaws often so that people will know you are not stuck up. Don't ever even admit that you know you are pretty because that is stuck up too..... AHHHH!

If I didn't feel like I was totally cheating myself..... honestly fatter felt easier in a lot of ways.

And another thing - I really could use some exercise but every time I get in better shape I get even more attention and I just can't take it. I realize that I could be even prettier but my unconscious only allows

My Mom was beautiful too. She's 66 now and she says it is such a relief to be old and wrinkled.

I am a different girl. I have to answer this question. People tell me im sexy all the time every since I was a teenager. I was picked up by a modelinhg agency by 15 years old. No one ever told me i was pretty. I was not a pretty child maybe. Then when i hit 13 everyone started staring at me. My mother is not beautiful and told me she never told me i was pretty because she did not want me to be concieted. I find I do get both different treatments as well. Girls do not like me unless they knew me as a child. I get accused of liking peoples boyfriends or told please dont steal my boyfriend. I dont ever like their boyfriends. I also cannot have a male friend because they always end up wanting sex "but your so sexy". And if i do they leave me. I cook gourmet, I have a B. A. in Psychology. I weigh 125 and am 5'8. I still model. People do tell me im pretty. I am one of the concieted ones. I exacted revenge on men at 15. I hate that people stare at me every where I go. i totally relate to the lonely on top.

The moral of Sleeping Beauty might be that life, and growing up, presents unavoidable risks.

But perhaps it has no moral. Sleeping Beauty is a fairy tale, not a fable. Fables were meant to be instructive and provide moral guidance. Fairy tales were frequently sometimes just the opposite. They provided entertainment, sometimes of a spooky kind, and while some of them might indirectly provide instruction it was certainly not the purpose.

Also, there are different versions of the story. The earliest printed version, dating from the 1620s, has more in common with Greek mythology than with modern versions.