Someone told me I looked pretty the other day and all I could think was: Wow, you wouldn’t say that if you knew about all the infrastructure under this dress!
And so, while I didn’t say it aloud I still managed to belittle myself and wave aside a compliment in that way I have that is even starting to annoy me.
For some reason I think the work behind the curtains delegitimises the part in front of the curtain. In fact, proves the ‘pretty’ isn’t real.
And yet I’d never ever agree with anyone else putting that argument forward.
The work that goes into something is part of its beauty, is it not?
The people I think are beautiful are those who work or have worked hard at being who they are. Not s good example, but Halfman’s ‘beauty’ was in the struggle with himself that he appeared to be working through – that he working at doing the right things the right way.
Now, of course that was a fiction I projected onto him, but it shows how I see beauty in the infrastructure as much as in the end result.
So maybe the infrastructure under my dress didn’t make me a fraud so much as someone who puts in some effort and got a nice word for my troubles.
Or maybe I just looked pretty?