One of the worst parts about being a woman is the fucking self-image.
Even the smartest of our kind occasionally have no choice but to bow to extreme lows in self-esteem.
Now, on most days, I think I am ridiculous hot. It has NOTHING to do if others agree with me or not; I believe that beauty comes from within, and if you exude confidence, then you will be more attractive. So that being said, I'd say a good 70% of my time in public is spent with me thinking I am insanely attractive.
But sometimes, all it takes is just one comment, or one bad picture on Facebook to ruin your image of yourself.
What the fucking fuck, I want to think that it's no big deal. I want to think that it shouldn't matter, BUT IT DOES TO ME.
Other people, who don't know me, are going to see that picture and think that I am robust with a bland fashion sense.
Well, I am fucking GORGEOUS and ATTRACTIVE.
So fuck you, Facebook. I win.
In other news: I am switching my major to Communications. Discuss amongst yourselves.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Why I need a cigarette at 4 AM:
Posted by Lindsay Q at 12:53 AM
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Hey. I just need you to know that after telling this story to a few women, almost everyone of them has told me that either they or someone they know has had some sort of similar experience. I had another one, much worse, when I was in my early teens. Comparatively, this was nothing. But, in comparing, I also realize how fucking awful it is that one woman has this experience, and then more than once. I wanted you to know that your comment made me so sad and just...I'm sorry. You said I knew this person and while this is none of my business, I obviously want to know who it is because I don't want to associate with assholes. If you feel you can reveal this info to me, obviously not here, fine. If not, I totally and completely understand. Just know that I'm sorry for you, your sister, and that this fucking sucks. For all of us.
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