Whose fairest of them all?

I am not a pretty girl. Don't think that I am being self deprecating in saying this, It is just a fact of life, a simple plain as day fact .I have never been described by anyone as pretty or stunning or any other adjective often associated with beauty. I have a nose that seems to grow larger on a daily basis, teeth so utterly British, Americans could probably buy them in a joke shop.

Coupled with the right amounts of cleavage, I have managed a level of apparent sexiness from the most beer goggled or desperate of eyes .The requirements to be sexy do not include prettiness. They are two quite different things. Sexiness is about an attitude you convey to the world, the way you walk in a room or dress to impress . Anyone can manifest sexiness .Being pretty or 'good looking ' on the other hand, either you’re born with or not and unfairly as it is pretty people can easily be sexy too . Ultimately there will come a time when sexiness wears off, weather it be the morning after when the make up has slide down your face or not .This doesn’t happens to those amongst us with the pretty label, they have an air of innocence about them, butter doesn’t melt in there sweet little mouths.There mask rarely slips .It’s when the pretty person comes to know this that they come the most dangerous. A wolf in sheep’s clothing if you want to be cliché about it.

There misdemeanour's and even darn right meanness are over looked in the face of a seemingly  innocent pretty face ,”oh they can be nightmare “but somehow they continue to get away with it, while us mere mortals have to tread carefully in there beautiful path. They float through life, a bubble of protection around that prefect even in a hurricane hair of there's .Oh how it must be lovely to know that, you’ll never be fully alone, an entourage will always follow in your wake not matter how vile you may choose to be.Your beautiful and that is all that matters.

What happens to these people, if and when the looks fade? The admiring glances stop? Do they become desperate older ladies ,mutton dressed as the proverbial lamb ,looking for one last bite of the “ it girl” cherry I guess I’m just jealous? Right? Actually I’d rather be a sometimes sexy girl, safe in the knowledge that I am not the bee knees but I can make myself her for the night if I want to do ,not living on borrowed time when the day comes that I can't rely on my looks to get whatever I want in life .