I was never popular in high school. And I don’t mean that in the sense that I was a nerdy girl
I was never popular in high school. And I don’t mean that in the sense that I was a nerdy girl hanging out with the geeks and getting picked on by the in-crowd. No, this sort of unpopularity was much subtler. There were no cliques, bullies or plastics. It was just me, drifting in a sea of somewhat distant acquaintances, without any close friends or any real sense of belonging.It wasn’t until college that I even got around to thinking about who I was. Everyone has their own sense of self-image - how they imagine they are viewed by the rest of society. To that point I viewed myself as a rather meek, anonymous girl with average grades and a boring life. Brown hair, blue eyes, no curves. But then I rather inexplicably met Tyler. He was the first and only person who saw the beauty within me. It’s amazing what that sort of confidence can do for someone’s self-image. As my self-image evolved into that of a beautiful, confident woman, I began to feel dissatisfied with my actual appearance. Why shouldn’t I be as beautiful as I can be? I deserved it! I should have gone bigger on my first boob job. Chalk it up to residual cautiousness I suppose. I did better the next couple times. Going to school for esthetics was worth every penny, even if my parents complained I was squandering my college degree. Tyler loves my new wardrobe, even if he complains that my skirts are too short or my heels too high sometimes. I don’t know about you, but I think I’ll be rather popular at my next high school reunion! -- source link
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