The Price of Your Wealth, The Price of My Beauty

Just as you pay a price for being a wealthy man, beautiful women also pay a price. You and I are taxed day to day for our respective advantages in life.

We have a shared understanding between one another. We frequently find ourselves pondering the same things... Who is with us or in proximity to us for the right reasons? Who is using us? Who harbors resentment towards us solely because of our outward possessions? Who truly sees us for who we are?

When you observe a young beauty with a wealthy man, it is not due to the man's vanity or the beauty's cunning. These relationships form quite naturally and effortlessly due to our basic commonalities. While wealth and beauty may open doors, place you above, and provide opportunities, they also come with their own unique set of burdens. It feels comforting to be with someone who knows and understands the burdens you bear.

Possessing beauty is both a blessing and a curse, a dual edged sword. While society often celebrates beauty, it can also lead to one's objectification and never-ending scrutiny. There are times I have been made to feel only valued for my looks rather than my intellect, talents and character. There have been instances where I have faced criticism and unsolicited opinions for having a fluctuation with my weight, as if my privilege has justified that kind of commentary. There are times I have been faced with outright jealousy and resentment, due to natural circumstances beyond my control. I have been met with individuals who see it as their sole obligation to humble me, without even knowing me or the humility I strive to embody.

Do you not relate to this? Have you ever felt the weight of being judged solely from your wealth? Have you ever grappled with the complexities that come with being perceived as wealthy? Do you face the continuous struggle to assert your identity beyond your wealth? Do you know the feeling of being reduced to a single aspect of your being?

You and I know each other very well, in the sense that we have both struggled with our own worth becoming intrinsically tied to mere appearances or a mere bank account. And how could we not, when that is all they see? We may as well find the authenticity and understanding we seek in one another, as we so often do...