I've always attracted favor. The dogs I've dated showed me their gentle sides. I always attributed it to my sweet and giving spirit. I've always just tried to love and smile. When someone stops me and tells me that I am beautiful (seriously, it used to happen ALL THE TIME), I would smile and say thank you and then thank my God-source for shining through me and brightening someone else's moment. Men were open to it. Most of the women I encountered were leery of it or thought that I was being fake. It annoyed my best friend when I found out that she and my "guy" had slept together some years before behind my back and I was willing to forgive and move forward, the three of us. She always teased me about being too sweet. (I didn't get hardcore until I started having to fight for certain things.) When I greet people with kindness, women still treat it like it's phony.
I used to be physically beautiful. I didn't flaunt it, but I used to be known as "the body" (big boobs, tiny waist, flat tummy with six-pack abs, round hips, round butt but not too round, great legs, perfect feet...), and my smile is bright, and men always wanted to give me money (from the time I was a baby). I was joking with my husband the other night--in response to the article--that I sometimes wish I had accepted some of the larger gifts, especially before I settled into being married to a not-so-rich man.
Once I was working at a temporary assignment in a male-dominated environment. I reported to the only other woman there, and she told me that she'd picked me out of the bunch following my interview because she thought that I would be a perfect fit. I did all that was asked and requested more, and she was talking to be about hiring me on full time. She told me that she appreciated my attitude and work ethic. Almost two weeks in, I wore my hair down (just to my shoulder blades). I had been pinning it up. The morning after, I got a call on my way in that I needn't show up for work. When I asked why, I learned that she had told the agency that I wasn't proactive and didn't have a good work ethic. I attributed it to Queen Bee needing to stay on top. I couldn't figure out what else it could be. Was my hair too shiny and healthy for her? Was I too happy with my life? In fact, she even lied and said that I didn't do something that I did do. Maybe she was catching hell for something and had to blame the new girl. I'll never know. What I do know is that I can relate to the women who say that other women hold their looks against them. I don't dwell on it, though. I don't necessarily see what they see, anyway, so....