I feel like some things are different and some things are the same. People always told me when I was younger, that once I was in my thirties, no one would care about my appearance. I'm not exactly the most attractive woman, and that's just my reality. Since the age of twelve people have been making fun of me for being ugly, and I was always told: "Oh don't worry, once you get past 30, no one will care about your appearance at all." Or some variation of that. I can honestly say that people are just as rude as when I was young.
The only difference is how it bothers me. It doesn't bother me as much, but it still obviously does if I'm talking about it. When I was twenty, I would burst into tears and go home and hide inside and write about it. Now if it happens, I just feel anger because it's still happening. I was hoping that at some point in my life, I'd get to an age where people just don't care that I'm not attractive, and so usually if it happens, I just think angry thoughts about it and then move on with my day. I'm starting to realize it was naive to think it would stop once I was in my thirties. Perhaps once I'm in my fifties or sixties it will stop.
Is getting older all that great?
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I feel like some things are different and some things are the same. People always told me when I was younger, that once I was in my thirties, no one would care about my appearance. I'm not exactly the most attractive woman, and that's just my reality. Since the age of twelve people have been making fun of me for being ugly, and I was always told: "Oh don't worry, once you get past 30, no one will care about your appearance at all." Or some variation of that. I can honestly say that people are just as rude as when I was young.
The only difference is how it bothers me. It doesn't bother me as much, but it still obviously does if I'm talking about it. When I was twenty, I would burst into tears and go home and hide inside and write about it. Now if it happens, I just feel anger because it's still happening. I was hoping that at some point in my life, I'd get to an age where people just don't care that I'm not attractive, and so usually if it happens, I just think angry thoughts about it and then move on with my day. I'm starting to realize it was naive to think it would stop once I was in my thirties. Perhaps once I'm in my fifties or sixties it will stop.