"You're a 7. On a good day." Earlier this evening, I was chatting with a stranger I've noticed a few times, trying to be witty and we got to talking about where we rate on the 1-10 numbers scale. I asked for absolute bluntness (as a stranger is more willing to be truthful than a good friend will in lieu of hurting one's feelings). Yet somehow I wasn't prepared for the pit-fall in my stomach when said stranger said that comment with no reservations.
Why does a single, subjective number seem to outweigh even the most important of factors?
And more importantly, how does that rate in redeemable qualities? I grew up knowing that I wasn't like the other boys, but somehow I grew into something that suited society's perception of physical attractiveness. Having always felt like I was slightly out of sync with the rest of the world, beauty comments resonated, as they do with anyone who has felt less than modelesque.
When you're told you're a 5, does that only make you halfway to beautiful?
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