We sat next to each other both enjoying a local brew. He looked at me and proceeded to say, “Ok, so far I know that you are from a small town in the United States, you’re a Travel Blogger and you’re a Narcissist.”
Obviously shocked, I asked him why he would say something like this. He chuckled. “Well, you keep playing on that “chatsnap” thing and you actually named YOURSELF Pretty. I have to be honest, that raises a red flag for me.”
I went on to explain that I had come to the bar alone, meaning I actually wasn’t on a date with him. He presumptuously invited himself to sit with me. I also told him that I had no obligation to cancel my plans of snapchatting (with an emphasis on saying the word correctly). I boldly reminded him that he’d chosen to sit there, although I hadn’t so much as even considered offering him an invitation.
I also went on to explain that, there was no need for any flags of any color, red or otherwise. I wasn’t presenting or offering myself to him in any capacity outside of being a pleasant young lady that he sat next to, and struck up a conversation with at the bar.
Needless to say this brief meeting didn’t end well, but you might be surprised that even after this awkward encounter, he tried to get me to go back to his hotel room with him. I literally can’t make this stuff up. Sigh….
With all of that being said, his comment caused me to think. He had been drinking and didn’t really know me, so with lowered inhibitions and lack of tact, he simply said what he was thinking …..out loud. I realized at that moment, that if he perceived me this way due to my chosen brand name, others may feel the same.
I don’t believe this is the majority of people, and to be honest this post isn’t about explaining myself to the few that do have this negative perception, but I do believe that it opens a door that might allow my readers to get to know me a bit better.
For those that are thinking, of course she calls herself “Pretty” she pledged Alpha Kappa Alpha in college. While I can see how one might think that….you’re still incorrect.
The truth of the matter is, I call myself “Pretty” and position myself to be called “Pretty” over and over again, because I’m constantly erasing the countless times that I was called “Ugly” by my Father whom I grew up in the house with.
While little girls all over the World were deemed “Princess” by their Fathers, the man that was to show me the first example of male love, deemed me “Ugly”.”
While little girls all over the World were deemed “Princess” by their Fathers,the man that was… Click To Tweet
Now I want you to take a moment and consider the severity of something like this. I say that because it wasn’t until about my late 20’s that I admitted to myself, that it was quite dysfunctional and had played a huge part in the way I related to and dealt with life.
Imagine being called a derogatory term in lieu of your name, day in and day out for decades of your life. No one corrects it and everyone around you goes along with it making it your norm.
Now take it a step further and imagine it coming from a person that society tells you is someone that loves and protects you. This becomes your idea or perception of what love and protection is. Let that sink in……
Now that you’ve gone there can you imagine the amount of personal work that I had to do to overcome some of the circumstances I suffered as a result of this? Not only did I have to work when I realized how significant it all was, I realize that I have to continue to work at re-inventing and re-establishing the meaning of love and protection as it pertains to my life.
I can’t call myself or be called “Pretty” enough. Every time I tell myself I’m “Pretty” I cancel out one of the countless occurrences of being called “Ugly”Click To Tweet
I have a responsibility to myself and anyone that chooses to do life with me in any capacity, to rewrite the internal scripts that once dominated me on a subconscious level.
I am at a point in my life where I am convinced that I’m not only “Pretty”, I’m beautiful, both inside and out.
“Pretty Brown Nomad” is a result of a combination of things as it relates to branding and marketing, but I have no shame in calling myself “Pretty”. Not only is it a matter of self preservation, I deserve it if no one else does.
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