I always thought, there's a fine line between ugly and beautiful.
...just an unfortunate contour, could be considered "ugly" ...as a fortunate one, deems you beautiful. .....like a lava lamp.......you can change forms so easily....ugly, to beautiful, beautiful, to ugly..
it's as cruel and wonderful as nature intended. ....ugly to beautiful is best..you have a chance to be thankful.. beautiful kids or teens.....is not good. ...you saw fred savage and danny bona duchi
in the end, the ugly people have no issues with growing old. ....but, the prom queens, have mid life break downs, because they defined theirself like that. and fortune never offered them a chance to develop a sense of humor. ......we imperfect ones. go ahead and get one....we work on our personalities, till we forget who we are.
I think it all boils down to how hard you have to work for something. It's the same for being intelligent and things coming to you easily. If you have to work hard at getting good grades in school, and you get those grades, working hard at anything doesn't phase you. However, to someone who things come easily to, and never had to work hard, it's an adjustment when you have to actually work hard for something. That's how looks work. If you are pretty, people are prone to give you what you want easier (it's proven in studies) than if you weren't so pretty. I think the best place to be is down the middle. You aren't pretty, but you're not ugly.
Working a lot isn't the same as working hard. Besides, you have family to be competitive with. That helps when you come from a family like that. Because no one cares if you're smart or pretty, they know you better than anyone else and they'll push you to do better, simply because they know how to motivate you the right way.
If you keep that attitude rachel... ...you won't have midlife crisis,.....you can watch the prom queens try and get a personality. .....I got mine. I was'nt always this .....exotic....it took work.
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thanks Zoomie
Suzie, i think you are absolutely right about that ....
even if you were being sarcastic....
......... every now and then i have a moment where i accept every single part of my body, every single thought that is careening through my head and every single thing i have ever done/lived through...
and i think that is called peace, or something similar... maybe something more like self forgiveness....
anywho....
those moments are becoming more and more like a daily thing and maybe someday they will just be what i am...
i am not worried about having a few grey hairs... not even worried about having a whole head of grey hairs... the ones i have now are very shiny and pretty
i am not worried about my face falling into a permenant frown or having jowls hanging around my jaw and chin...
seriously, when we are really old and we have to ask someone (who we trust hopefully) to help us wipe off our wrinkly asses... is it really going to matter if we forgot to put our make up on or our false teeth in?
i am thinking by that time, the person who helps us bathe cares about us enough that they don't give a shit about how we look now, or how we looked back then... and that they love us because of who and what we are.........
Besides, you have family to be competitive with. That helps when you come from a family like that. Because no one cares if you're smart or pretty, they know you better than anyone else and they'll push you to do better, simply because they know how to motivate you the right way. 