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Body/Self Image
redglasscurls:
I am a pretty vain motherfucker, in my head. I love my body and my hair, as well as my wrists, nails, chest, and I'm ok with my face most days. This is a recent development, as I was a fairly late bloomer and stayed a yardstick with a giant bobble-head and teeth too big for my face until my freshman year of high school when I finally started filling out. I mean, I never got picked on for my appearance, and always had enough friends despite being a giant nerdy bookworm that my self esteem was fine, but I certainly did not like what I looked like. 12-15 were awkward horrible body years.
Ballard:
An interesting topic for me as well. I would say most of my doubts revolve around my personality and not my body.
I'm tall (6' at 16 and not done growing), have broad shoulders, long legs, and I'm oddly fond of my wrists and hands (possibly because a lot of what I do, music and art, revolves around them). On that same note, I'm slightly overweight (I fluctuate between 173 and 178 pounds) and I slouch to cover it up (it hides my slight manboobs and belly). I keep promising myself to exercise more and eat less (I generally put it the fuck away) but for years it hasn't happened because I'm lazy.
None of this stops me from wearing skin-tight jeans and form-fitting shirts. I feel like skinny jeans have made me feel better about my chunky thighs.
I have my share of doubts, though. All through elementary and middle school, I was the lame kid who got made fun of a lot. Not because of my appearance so much as because I was nerdy, talked too much (a trait I have kept, unfortunately), was a huge mama's boy, and retained traces of a Russian accent (my parents wanted me to be bilingual, so I didn't learn a word of English until I went to kindergarten. I now speak both fluently and with a perfect accent, but that took a few years). I originally went to a magnet high school, and suddenly found myself in a crowd of other nerdy, smart kids. I was no longer made fun of and I had friends, but the years of bullying kept me from truly feeling this. I constantly felt like the people I was around didn't want me there, and were only being nice. Like I had to impress them or gain their approval.
To this day I'm rather socially awkward, but things have improved tremendously. Years of Debate Team have made me a confident speaker (I was never shy in the first place, just awkward and long-winded) and my activity in the local music scene and the fact that I play guitar make me feel more interesting and cooler. My first real relationship (a rather new development but old enough to call serious, 4 months) is a big factor too, of course.
Patrick:
--- Quote from: 0bsessions on 13 May 2008, 13:45 ---look at those legs
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Go for it, sugar ;)
Hat:
I AM SO FUCKING RAD
For those of you who gabble, I am sorry you have to put up with my remarkably high self-esteem lately I am sure once the novelty of getting laid again wears off I will slip back into self-loathing and my self-esteem will plummet back to its previous levels of "Oh god I am an ugly bastard with a terribly unendearing personality and I am such a terrible cunt"
0bsessions:
And not a moment too soon, Brett.
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