Hello...handsome? |
Here it is, folks: I don't think women find me attractive. I know some women have; some women have been effusive in their compliments. I've stopped explaining to myself why none of them count. I even find myself physically attractive - finally - but the certainty remains that women don't. Irrational, I suppose, but how many people's biggest insecurities are rational?
I was bullied for years, growing up - and my ugliness was the thing people liked to call out the most. I had a pig nose, ugly ears, wrinkly dry skin (thanks eczema!), buck teeth, a head two sizes too big for my scrawny and short body - the list goes on. And even when the bullying stopped, as my peers grew in maturity and kindness - and as I learned to stop flipping the world off all the time and actually made a few more friends - the simple fact remained: girls didn't like me. Today, I couldn't tell you all of the reasons that was; back then, I just knew it was because I didn't look like Jake.
(It's a tough thing, when one of your friends growing up is a feminine ideal, the most popular kid in class; it's easier when he goes on to be a really successful actor and one of People's 50 Most More-Attractive-Than-You. It's sort of like saying, "It's okay, Dash - nobody could compete with that.")
I've never truly shaken this core belief; it's the biggest part of what lies at the root of my social awkwardness, part of why I still feel nearly phobic about approaching women I don't know or asking out the ones I do. It's part of what needs to change before I find that Right Woman.
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