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I have just read an article about Cleopatra in National Geographic. Our cultural tale of her is that she was the most beautiful woman in the world at that time, we think she must have been to seduce both Ceasar AND Mark Anthony.
But apparently she was not. Her contemporaries were quite smitten with her but not on account of her looks. It was her intelligence, education, poise, temperament, and how she spoke. These two powerful men could have had any pretty girl they wanted, yet they have fallen for her. She had no equal, but she would never have won any beauty pageants.

Why do I think this matters?

Because girls today are being destroyed by the myth that looks is all that matters about them, that if they are not pretty enough, they may as well go off themselves, and if they don't have boyfriends they clearly are not pretty enough to justify using up our planet's oxygen. This is a vicious, destructive lie, my dear. Whenever you have these thoughts about being not attractive enough, and what it means that you have no boyfriend, please think about Cleopatra, please take a deep breath, straighten up. You are not ugly, and you are still growing up. You have a choice to cultivate your inner queen, or let the vicious lies like this keep stealing the wind from under your wings.