this also happens to boys, maybe not as much.
i remember being 15 and asking a girl out, she just laughed. at age 21 i asked someone else out, they looked up and down and said are you serious, and left laughing. i have turned my self image into a joke, i say ah but i ama 2 bagger, turning a hurtful remark into a joke.. i was always the odd one out, i wasnt as athletic as the others, i was a 4 eyed geek/nerd and i was told it often. girls werent interested in me at all as i wasnt handsome, i wasnt much of anything. i tried to fit in, but it never worked.. i was always an outsider.
i dont see myself as me, i avoid cameras, and mirrors, yes i rarely stare at my reflection.. it worries me that its not me in the reflection. its as if i have a mask on all the time, or a set of masks, that all look similar, but they are not me. and can never be, i try to fit in with life, but i dont.
so now i celebrate my difference/ugliness, it makes me unique, and special, i look like this because i have the nerve and the guts (no pun intended) to be myself.
we get told so many times that we arent worth anything unless we are thin, or blond, or the current ideal of beauty. we are deluged in it, drowned in it, and we being the poor self concious people we are, we fall for it.
so i celebrate myself, i have fangs, i have a goatee, i am overweight, i wear glasses, got long hair, i could change all those.. but then i wouldnt be me anymore. i would be someone i would hate.. someone so obsessed by looks, that i would turn myself into the type of people i hate with a passion, those self centred, shallow, people, who didnt care about people.
i retreated into my own head, i still live there mostly, when the world gets too much, i sit or walk to my quiet place, and i fade, i cease to exist, sometimes i do become so still, that people dont see me, i am unnoticable, i fade into the background. this is why i read a lot its my retreat
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