by None2Narc » Fri Dec 01, 2006 7:34 pm
"wow, your above statement really got to me. all i can say is - all hpd's are the same...at least in this aspect. "
Yup, I guess so. Now I've learned to really tone it down and not even allow myself that guilty pleasure of dressing to the 9's and strutting my stuff. I happen to be very tall so it's really is a problem to keep a low profile, and I am very extrovert and this causes me problems as well. After reading all the HPD stuff it makes me want to tone it down even more. What next, stop using deodorant! LOL! J/K
The funny thing about me is that when I was young I was all dumpy and not cool at all. But I guess that, whatever it is still came through, but not to my peers. Adults would comment how I was going "to be a piece of work" someday, but I wasn't what my age guy/girls thought of as attractive. So I changed just about everything about myself and grew about 3 inches in a summer and then my whole life changed, but not for the better. It is such a burden to care about how you look! I was typically shy as a kid, but I was also very uninhibited about my body. It bothered other people, the way I wasn’t living up to my physical potential, but for the most part I did let it ruin my life. Then I found all the “love” and praise that came with being “the pretty girl”. My best friend said this when she saw a pic of me as a lumpy kid:
“Well THAT explains your personality”! I was like huh? And she said “Even though I know you like attention for your looks, at some point you were just you with out all the fanfare, and it shows when a person gets to know you.”
I was very touched to say the least. I think since I know what it feels like to be invisible to my peers I can slip back into that persona and focus on personality better. Then I tend to re-emerge sometimes with the obsessions about looks, but I’ve learned the hard way how fickle that type of love is. In fact the people that I’ve loved and valued the most in my life have been people that treated me with kindness and respect no matter what I looked like right then. The fair weather or looks people have been filtered out by my “dropping out” so to speak. There’s a movie about it, I didn’t see it all, but this guy meets this girl and she gives him a makeover and is only with him for what he appears to be now. You find that your true friends couldn’t care what you look like, and will be seen with you (without trying to prod you into conforming) anytime, anyplace, in any state of dress. I get bashed for not requiring friends of mine to conform to the “social norms”, but I know how bad it feels to be constantly under appraisal like some kind of pedigree dog, and when the show’s over what’s your prize? Best dog in show! Woof!
Sorry for the tirade, it such a huge part of what people assume about me that it gets me going every time! I can’t tell you how many people have voiced, to my face, that they assumed I’d be stuck-up or rude or lame or whatever, before I even shook their hand. We all make these little 1st time assessments of each other, but this celebrity obsessed world has turn everyone into paparazzi, just looking for the flaw so they can zoom in!