Why I don't want to be a trophy wife

Trophy wife is an informal term for a wife, usually young and attractive, who is regarded as a status symbol for the husband, who is often an older and wealthy "sugar daddy". The term trophy husband is the male equivalent. Referring to a spouse as a trophy wife usually reflects negatively on the character or personality of both parties. For the husband, it has a connotation of narcissism and desire to impress others, and that the husband would not be able to attract the sexual interest of the attractive woman but for his wealth or position. It can also be used to imply that the trophy wife in question has little personal merit besides her physical attractiveness, does very little of substance beyond remaining attractive, requires substantial expense for maintaining her appearance and is in some ways synonymous with the term "gold digger". [Wikipedia]

Like I always say, to each its own. But besides the trophy wife, I don’t desire to be in any sort of relationship, romantic or not, where people put me on their imaginary pedestal. I don’t have any problems receiving compliments. After all, they come from the giver as a projection of the world they live in. So compliment me anytime you want to, I will thank you and move on. I don’t care to be held to a level that I truly am not on, the previously referred to pedestal. I am only human after all.

So anytime people hold on to their view of looking at me as someone extraordinary, I get wary. Even without me consciously putting on a farce, or masks as we all do, initially there is the superficial impression we all get from each other. And depending on how deep you care to go in your relationships with others, slowly but surely you will see all sorts of layers peeling back and sides coming out that do not and can not hold true to “being on the pedestal”. Again, we all are only human after all. The people I fall in love with and the people who have stuck around with me, are the people who pretty much from day one have viewed me as they view themselves. Deliciously human, with all the facets of human emotions and expressions you can possibly think of.

I am not here to watch a performance. I am here to experience the all of it. So cut yourself some slack and show me who you really are. I might fall in love with you after all , the you that has been hiding behind some fabricated imagination of what perfect is according to the purported standards of society.

Perfection is allowing yourself to be the way you were created and expressing it to your fullest potential.