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So.. does looks really matter?

Let’s be honest. We all want to believe in a world where looks don’t matter, where people fall in love with souls, not faces. A world where your kindness, intelligence, and humor shine brighter than the symmetry of your jawline. Sounds beautiful, right? Almost like a fairytale. But here’s the harsh reality - looks do matter. Maybe not in the way we think they do, but they undeniably shape how the world sees us, and sometimes, how we see ourselves.


From the moment we enter this world, society assigns value to us based on how we look. A cute baby gets more cuddles. A pretty child gets more attention. And as we grow up, the pattern continues. The attractive ones seem to make friends effortlessly, get noticed quicker, and sometimes even have doors magically open for them. “Oh, but personality is what truly matters!” Sure. But let’s be real - who sticks around long enough to discover that personality if they aren’t visually drawn to you first?

It’s not just about romantic relationships. Job interviews, social interactions, even how a stranger treats you in a store - all are subtly (or not-so-subtly) influenced by how you look. It’s human nature. We process information visually before anything else. We make snap judgments based on appearances before a single word is exchanged. It’s unfair, but it’s the truth.

Now, does this mean if you don’t fit into society’s definition of ‘attractive,’ you’re doomed? Absolutely not. Because here’s the twist - looks do matter, but they only take you so far. Ever met someone drop-dead gorgeous who became less attractive the more they spoke? Or someone who wasn’t conventionally attractive but, the more you got to know them, suddenly seemed beautiful? That’s the magic of depth, of personality, of aura. Looks might be the ticket in, but character is what keeps the seat.


They say beauty lies in the eyes of the viewer, and maybe that’s the loophole in this whole unfair system. What one person finds stunning, another might not even notice. Standards of beauty shift across cultures, time periods, and even individual experiences. Some of the most cherished people in our lives are not the ones who look like movie stars but the ones who make us feel seen, understood, and valued. That kind of beauty never fades.

The real tragedy isn’t that looks matter - it’s that we let them define our worth. We stand in front of mirrors, picking apart our flaws, comparing ourselves to filtered, edited versions of people who don’t even look like themselves. We let society’s impossible standards convince us that we are less. That we need to shrink, change, alter, enhance, ‘fix’ ourselves to be lovable, desirable, enough.

But here’s the liberating truth: beauty is subjective, trends change, and perfection is a myth. What remains constant is how you make people feel, how you carry yourself, how you own what you have. Confidence has a way of distorting reality - it makes you magnetic. The moment you stop apologizing for the way you look and start owning it, people start seeing you differently.


So yes, looks do matter. But not nearly as much as we think they do. And certainly not enough to dictate how we live our lives. Because at the end of the day, the people who truly see you, the ones who matter, will always look beyond the surface. And isn’t that what we really want?

Wishing you a great day ahead.

Thank you :)


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