I was sitting in Starbucks reading my paper the other morning and in walked a startlingly lovely young woman. Long, perfect straight hair, pristine features, slender body wrapped in a black pantsuit. I immediately felt old, shapeless, short and unattractive. I played a little game: how long would it take each new set of male eyes to do a double take? Would they find a pickup line? Sure enough, every gaze went her way, though only one man found the nerve to speak. (Allegedly curious about the Blackberry she was frantically punching as she sat in a leather chair across from me.)My next thoughts, in no particular order, were: I bet she has never had one moment of insecurity in her life. No one will ever look at me like that again (if they ever did). Would that beauty be a curse one day?More... (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michele-willens/face-it-the-prom-queen-th_b_933480.html)
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