There's all kinds of women with all kinds of problems.
Be thankful for what you have.
Once that problems aren't problems anymore, your priorities change and you get other problems.
Let's imagine it. POW! You're a woman. Let's say you're a wonder of beauty; hair-removal, hair-do and make-up aren't necessary. Men lick up the dirt you walk on. Let's say, you're so sympathetic that other women aren't envious and that they simply adore your luck.
You whore around a little to get some money and BAM you got yourself a psycho stalker that terrorises you, posts images or videos of you around town and on the internet, you have to change your phone number, move to a different city, country, whatever.
You could hire a killer, of course, and with your looks, guys would be happy to beat up any stalker for free. But maybe that psycho spread rumours about you having AIDS or hepatitis or some sick shit.
This was a rough quickie, taking place in a "semi-perfect" world. i hope You get the idea.
