Willard wrote:
I never thought of myself as attractive as a youth - the social anxieties made me so uncomfortable in my own skin, I couldn't imagine that my appearance might actually attract anyone. I felt like such a frog.
Toward the end of high school, though, girls actually began to aggressively flirt with me, and though it took a while to sink in (I was afraid to believe it and humiliate myself by getting cocky about it and being wrong), I did gradually come to realize that whether or not I was any kind of striking, I must at least be fairly agreeable to look at. Finally I came to accept that I was at least okay and had no reason to worry that I was ugly.
Now I look at photographs of myself at 18 - 20yo and slap myself in the forehead - ::DUH!:: no wonder the chicks flirted with me - I was
damn cute!
Now where the hell did I put that time machine?

Yeah, but if you could go back do you think you could use it to your advantage? I mean if you know it's ultimately BS to attribute someone's worth by their bone structure (and I'm sure you do know it's BS). I'm one who can't pretend like I don't know something is crap. Yes, I know beautiful people have more advantages, but I've known a few who were miserable because everyone saw them as an adornment and not a person. I remember years ago I was working in a restaurant when they hired a new bartender who was stunningly beautiful. All the women immediately looked for reasons to dislike her, but I decided that I was going to do that and got to know her. She was not a happy person. A victim of childhood sexual abuse among other things. She told me being beautiful never brought her happiness.
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