"Blake Lively holds a special glimmer of distinction. She looks like a movie star. Her hair is golden, honey-spun. It catches the sun and flash photography like a piece of jewelry. Her teeth sparkle, whiter than paper. She’s beautiful in a way that wins you prom queen in a fairy-tale version of Southern California — a perfect avatar of blonde, casual and familiar. She looks like Malibu. She looks like joy.
But there’s no edge there. Lively’s greatest offense is not living up to her name.
Her gorgeous hair, no matter what movie she’s in, will always come down to her shoulders. It will always be blond. She will always smile the same way in ads as she does in front of the paparazzi. She will never stray far from what Blake Lively is supposed to look like, from how Blake Lively is supposed to behave."
This is what it is, if there is already a narrative written about you because of what you look like, it's so easy to just follow that narrative. Some people would be led to good places, some people bad - and some people don't get a narrative at all, and deal with their non-existence everyday.
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