Side note: I think the reason I finally got comfortable with my assstyle is that I got comfortable with myself. I stopped caring as much if other people (especially women) were judging me.
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I'm pretty comfortable with my appearance. I'd like to lose a few pounds (who wouldn't) but I think my face and hair are pretty nice. And don't forget the ass femininity.
GC, you are so HAWT! Having finally met you and your lovely GF, I feel safe saying this.
If I don't hang-dry my jeans, they will never fit again.
I haven't tried this since the spandex days, but my memory is of line dried jeans feeling like crap.
You know, when I put on the makeup and freshen up the purple dye in my hair, I don't really consider whether those things are attractive/repellant to boys.
It's all about me.
As usual.
Kristin, you are of teh sweet. Also? A little hottie!
My ass is flat as a pancake. *sigh* I wish I had a little. Help even out the boobs.
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Hee! Not sweet...honest!
It was so damned nice to finally meet you both.
but my memory is of line dried jeans feeling like crap.
That's why once they're dry, you toss them in the dryer with a partially wet washcloth. Then they lose their crispiness.
I wear make-up every day, even if I am not leaving the house. It is part of waking up. Like Robin, I rarely reapply-- it is really te FEELING of having put my face on that is best.
I fell MOST like myself when I have some sort of style... lately that has gone by the wayside in favor of wearing clothes that fit/somewhat blend into the office drag required by my fat-hating, non-conformity hating boss. And it sucks.
I still NEVER leave the house without a scarf.
I think it all about being yourself/being comfortable in your skin. I fEEL better wearing hot pink with leopard trim than I do khakis and a white shirt. I feel like a fake in the khakis and white shirt...
I hate it when I look like someones mom. I am short and plump and sweet looking and if I don't watch out, pictures are taken of me where I look like I am about to cart the kids off to their next soccer game. This is just not me
Not saying that on days when I am wokring 8 hours at my job, then 13 hours at the theatre that I even am awake enough to care as long as I have clean underwear. But I feel better when I can care.
On the other hand, one of the things I find most attractive about a person, in real life, is looking useful. When I was younger, I couldn't wait to have hands like my aunts at the farm, calloused and whith dirt under the nails. I love how I look when I am doing costumes all day, and I have paint under my nails... I have been DOING something.