Updated: March 18, 2014 4:15PM
Taylor has a problem that I’m pretty sure most of us would like to have. She’s too beautiful.
When she walks into a room, all heads turn toward her. When she wants something she usually gets it. She says all those studies that say that beautiful people are treated better, promoted more, paid more, and valued more are true.
“Most people would say I’ve led a charmed life,” she says.
When it comes to looks, Taylor has it all — high cheekbones, doe eyes, perfect, tawny skin. She wears almost no makeup yet looks like she has a year-around tan. Her hair is long and naturally sun-streaked. Even baggy clothes can’t hide a Victoria’s Secret figure. There’s no way around it, she’s beautiful. And she hates it.
“I feel like a victim of my beauty,” she says. “I have a hard time accepting my beauty as something good about myself,” she says. “It stands in the way of real relationships. I never know to what extent people are with me because of my looks. Women want to be friends with me because they know wherever I go, there are sure to be plenty of men around. And guys want to go out with me because I’m a trophy. I find the more insecure a guy is, the more he pursues me because he needs to have the most beautiful girl in the room on his arm.”
I guess we can’t blame Taylor for wanting to be loved for what’s on the inside, not just on the outside. She thought she had that kind of relationship with her boyfriend. She was wrong.
“We hadn’t been getting along that well and we recently had one of those point-by-point, tedious talks that goes over feelings inch by inch. We talked about everything that was right in the relationship and everything that was wrong. From his point of view, there was a lot that was wrong. He finally admitted that one reason he still wants to be with me is because of my looks. I was so disappointed. I want that to be the least important thing, the very, very least.”
But Taylor has to admit that being beautiful has its perks. She recently moved from Philadelphia to Chicago. Her firm had a limousine pick her up at the airport. The driver was so taken with her that he volunteered to move her furniture up two flights of stairs for free. She never has to go through that awkward between-men phase. She’s never between men. When she’s dating one man, there are always several who let her know that if she’s ever free, they’re ready, willing and able.
“These men want me without knowing who I really am. I’m sick of it. I hate it when guys fawn all over me. And the worst of it is that as a result of how they act around me, I really don’t know that much about men. They’re always showing me only their best side. They’re always trying to win me.”
Do you have any advice for too-beautiful Taylor? (Other than wait a few decades — the problem will take care of itself.) Send your response, along with your questions, problems and rants to firstname.lastname@example.org. And check out my new website askcheryl.net. Creators Syndicate