I hate to say this, but the beautiful do run the world. After many years of trying to prove otherwise, I give up. For all you beautiful people out there, you win. I thought that after all the supposed progress we the frumpy had made that you and I would somehow be treated the same. This is not the case though. If anything things have become even worse.

I walked into a prominent store on Queen West called Civello. Perhaps youªve heard of it. I walked in with the intent to buy a number of items. I may not be beautiful, but Iªm sure as hell going to smell good. I waited at the counter for almost ten minutes for someone to notice me. Then three willowy women walked in, and the sales staff that had ignored me fell over themselves to serve these women. I think it was at that precise moment that I put on my bitch face. I save it for emergencies such as this.

Finally, a bored sales clerk asked me if I needed help or something. As I stood there with a bunch of stuff in my hands, waiting to pay. Do I need help? I look down at the stuff in my hands, then back at him, and all of a sudden, I donªt want any of it. I tell him that I was going to buy all these items however since I have been kept waiting I no longer require them. I would make my purchases elsewhere. Asshole. And he just looks at me as though Iªve force-fed him a tadpole, which actually did cross my mind. I managed to feel pretty good though, Ácause the beautiful people may have looks on their side but what happens when they get old?

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