Blessed are the Non-Beautiful
As an autistic person, I often stand out. People always tell me how sweet or childlike I am. On the other hand, people stare and laugh at me because I say or do the wrong thing. I am used to this and accept it as the price I pay for being autistic.
It is with great happiness that I declare I am not pretty. Before someone thinks I hate myself, let me clarify that I am merely stating a fact. Here’s why having average looks is a blessing, not a curse.
- I blend in if I stand or sit quietly and don’t speak.
- I am also blessed with the privilege of age. I am now past the age where I can expect to get catcalled and harassed on the street by men. I am not looking for male attention.
- I never had the luxury of relying on my looks, which decrease with age. Instead, I was forced to develop my mind and my personality. Therefore, I don’t have to worry about being without resources as I age. My intelligence and my personality will not deteriorate as I age.
- I miss out on the “joy” of being treated as a sex object or being seen as an accessory for a man.
- Other women do not automatically see me as a threat just because of my looks.
- I am not expected to be fashionable or trendy, which saves me tons of money.
- I am not tempted to follow dangerous diets or wear shoes that deform my feet for the sake of beauty.
I am blessed that I have the luxury of choosing not to sacrifice myself for appearance’s sake. As long as I blend in with the crowd and am dressed for the weather, that is enough.