i no longer care about men finding me attractive

and I’m also not embarrassed to admit it used to matter to me a lot!

My complete lack of care for my beauty and attractiveness came in two waves. First was realizing beauty's general uselessness, an idea I explained in my essay aptly titled “Beauty is Useless”. The second was a long and gruesome process of accepting my profoundly grim future romantic prospects, also explored in my not as aptly titled essay, “When I loved the wrong person”. (I initially had a more accurate title for it which was, “I loved the wrong person once, and now never will again” but realized I should probably chill for like two seconds.)