By Clifford Ejenavi
Her mate is Oroma, from Rivers State, Nigeria, and at 48, she look back on her life with mixed emotions and admiration for the woman she has become and regret for the love and family she never found. Growing up, she was often described as “too beautiful to be single,” yet here she is, single, childless and wondering where it all went wrong.
This is not a tale of vanity, but of the painful realities hidden behind a flawless face and a confident smile. It’s the story of how admiration turned into intimidation, how love proposals became fleeting, and how she learned, perhaps too late that beauty alone cannot build a lasting relationship or fill the void of loneliness.
Join us as Oroma share her true-life story, a journey through heartbreak, self-discovery and the search for meaning beyond physical appearance.
They say beauty is a blessing. But for me, beauty has been a burden I’ve carried all my life, one that has left me lonely at 48, without a child, without a true relationship to call my own.
From my teenage years, I was always the girl everyone noticed. Compliments followed me everywhere, from teachers to neighbors, from men old enough to be my father to young men who didn’t know what to do with their feelings. People assumed life would be easy for me simply because I was beautiful. They were wrong.
I grew up believing my looks were my greatest asset. I turned down good men because I thought I could always find better. My beauty made me proud, selective and at times, blind. I wanted a man who would match my looks, my style and my dreams, not realizing that character, love and companionship were more important than physical attraction.
By the time I reached my mid-30s, the compliments had slowed, but the loneliness grew louder. Friends I once looked down on were married with children, building families and creating memories. I was still searching for “the perfect one.” Every relationship that came my way either crumbled or never truly started. Some men admired my beauty but never saw my heart. Others feared commitment, thinking I was “too beautiful to be loyal.”
I remember one painful experience with a man I truly loved. He said to me one night, “You’re too beautiful to be mine.” I laughed it off, but deep down, it broke me. How could something so natural, something I never asked for, become a wall between me and happiness?
Now, at 48, I look back and realize that time has a way of humbling us. The mirror still shows traces of the beauty that once turned heads, but behind those eyes is a woman who has learned that love isn’t about appearance, it’s about acceptance, trust and timing.
I have no child to call mine. No partner to share my dreams or fears. I have no peace. I keep blaming beauty for my loneliness. I see it as a curse and that life’s true treasures aren’t found in what others see, but in what we build within ourselves.
If I could turn back time, I’d tell my younger self to look beyond the mirror, to listen, to love, to forgive and to choose wisely. Because beauty may open doors, but only wisdom and humility can keep them open.
As I stand today, I still hope. Hope that love can find me, even at this age. Hope that my story can teach younger women not to let admiration become distraction. And hope that one day, I’ll no longer be remembered for my beauty but for the strength I found after realizing it was never my true worth.
