When I was at uni I did a year abroad and made loads of friends from Singapore, Australia, HK. They were amazing women and it was a great time. I had a lot of optimism for the future (ah the noughties)
We've since lost touch really. Now I'm a grey and sensible and medium successful professional in the UK. Firmly domestic horizons. I was catching up with them at the weekend and they are glossy glamazons in international arbitration, banking, all that stuff.
I realised that young me would be gutted by the dullness of adult me (don't get me wrong I feel grateful to be this level of dull it could be a lot worse but).
Anyway the fact is they're all beautiful and I'm not and I don't really see any internationally successful women who aren't beautiful. Men can look like they were grown by accident in a discarded petri dish and it does their prospects no harm while we are only as interesting as our looks to a lot of people (male and female tbh). It's long been a source of annoyance.But young beauty is God given while middle aged beauty can be bought.
So aibu to try to think it's feasible to quit this small grey realm and become someone who arbitrates internationally (whatever that is) at my age? (I do have the basic skillset and qualifications to do things a bit differently it's the face, genuinely, that has held me back all these years).