After a while, every human being on the planet will lose his or her beauty. Our skin will sag and become thin and veiny. We'll lose weight or gain weight. We'll hunch over or become artheritic. Our bones will become brittle. After a while, the playing field 'levels' out physically, and then what are we left with?
What we are left with, is who we REALLY are. How we handle stress, how we reply to people whom we dislike, how we carry ourself and how to react to people around us. What we are left with is our confidence in who we are as individuals, and with our views of other people. Those things don't go away. Those things slowly take over what the world sees on the outside until only what you're REALLY made of counts.
Which are you? Are you kind hearted, strong? Do you put other people above yourself, and enjoy the little things in life? Are you willing to help out when others aren't, studious and hard working? Do you lift your friends up when they're down? Do you enjoy a good conversation? Those are the things that will shine when the man you are destined for comes.
Physical beauty is nice, but it goes away. Qualities that make you a good friend do not, and they are what will earn you respect.
I'm only 18, but I've never dated either. I don't get a lot of romantic interest from guys either. Sometimes it makes me feel a little sad to see my prettier friends meeting guys and having seemingly wonderful relationships...until I step back and take a closer looks. Those friends...they aren't happy most of the time. In fact, they are so unhappy that they come to ME to ask how I'm so happy. They know that even though they may have that smoking hot boyfriend and tons of friends, I have something that they do not.
And I had no idea what they meant for a while...but then I realized, that it is contentment that I have. I don't have it all of the time of course, some times I'm jealous. But I have learned to enjoy my life, who I am, how I look, and who my friends are, just as they are. I tell myself every day not to compare myself to other people...no one is perfect. I try to be ok with who I am. And you know what? Because I'm not worried about how I look, or what others think of me, people notice me. I don't have many friends my age, probably because so many of them obsess over themselves and it annoys me, but I have genuine friends who see me for the hard working person that I am. It doesn't matter that I have scars and acne, that I'm short and too skinny. It doesn't matter that my nose is kind of bit and my hips are wide, or that I slouch more than I should or that I don't have perfect people skills. I'm just who I am, and I love people. I love to work hard to achieve my goals.
Someday I'll meet my perfect man, and he won't care what I look like. In return, I will not care what he looks like. Heck, most of my guy friends aren't exactly gorgeous like many of my friend's boyfriends are, but you'll find they they're respectful, thoughtful, and genuine, and that is why I like them.
Sometimes you WILL get lucky and meet someone who is gorgeous inside and out, and that is great. But the bottom line is that in the end, why does that matter? You can't take beauty to the grave.