I am a sexy bastard.
End of blog post.
I'm kidding.
Any readers of my blog know that I have a history of being obsessive about the way I look. This means my weight, face/makeup, hair, height, shoe size, clothing size, skin colour, piercings, clothing, REALLY ANYTHING on my body.
This has decreased over the past 2-3 years, which is a good thing, I suppose.
I think it is no secret that the way you look is the image you present to the world. What you look like is who strangers think you are.
Whenever I hear people say "Looks don't matter", I just think of how ignorant they are. I don't know if thats the word I want to use, but I'll use it nevertheless.
Looks do matter. End of story.
I used to mainly be obsessed about my style, I'd come up with different "styles" and try to describe them. I just realized that currently, I have no idea what the fuck my style is. It's probably something like wear anything dark. Yep. Thats it.
But I went through these fazes with skinny jeans, flare jeans, sweaters, dresses, blazers... the list goes on.
I used to consider myself a "punk" at one point, which is funny because all I really did was dress up in pink, black and skinny jeans. I wasn't a punk at all. I listened to disney songs on my iPod. Sometimes I would describe my style as "emo" which is also funny because I have never cut myself.
I had a bit of a preppy faze not too long ago, which I still sort of have, where I wear a lot of blazers, dresses and heels. I still do this, though. I'm not sure why.
Then there is my hair. Long, brown. Natural. End of story. In grade 8 I cut it short, then let it grow out long until last summer, when I cut it short again. It's starting to get longer than I would like, again.
I never had dyed my hair... until yesterday. I dyed half of my hair (the underneath part) "black", it looks more dark brown. My hair is so thick, you can barely notice it when it's down. If it's in a ponytail, you can tell, easier. It's almost indifferent to my natural hair colour, but you can still see it, especially in bright light.
I'm not going on about my body, here. Like the story of my dad passing away and my parents divorcing, that story has been exhausted.
I do have a weird thing about height though. I haven't figured out why yet. I am obsessed with the height of people. I am 5'7''. I kind of wish I was an inch taller, but whatever. I always google my favourite celebrities' heights (Tina Fey is 5'3'', fyi), and I think that is weird. I always call my cousin short (she's 10, she's actually tall for her age), and I always make a point of trying to be taller than tall people. I don't know why I have this thing for height. It's actually a huge turnoff for me if a guy is shorter than me. Not that it matters, but Tina Fey's husband is 5'0''. Obviously height doesn't make up the man, but I do wish that whoever I end up with, is taller than me.
"Height doesn't make up the man" lmfao. Why do I say these things? I'm so hilarious.
Then there is makeup. I went through fazes with makeup too. I probably started learning more about makeup and wearing it come grade 6. I didn't really start wearing it daily until grade 8/9 ish. Grades 6-8 I occasionally wore it. I remember I wore grey eyeshadow in grade 8. Oh yes. Somebody actually called me out on it, and I denied the fact that I was wearing makeup. I went through fazes with different lipsticks/lipstains, different eye shadows, I wore greens for a long time, then I switched to browns. I've always worn concealer, and I go through fazes where I do and don't wear foundation.
This is really boring. I see it now.
Now I generally wear concealer, foundation, and occasionally I'll wear eyeshadow, usually brown. Sometimes I put colour on my lips. I never wear mascara, or blush.
I guess my whole point of this ramble is going back to the fact that looks do matter. The way you look is what people first know about you. Whatever on the outside is who you are to another. Until you open your mouth, or they creep your facebook, they know nothing else. You can't really make a second impression. The fact that "Looks don't matter" although isn't true, to the individual, looks can matter less or more. Let's say I meet a slightly below average guy in height (as I said before I don't like this), I am probably not going to be overly attracted to him. But if I suddenly find out he loves the same TV shows as me, and he is really funny, then the fact that he is short, won't matter as much.
You can't change that first impression, but new information can definitely change your ongoing impression.
End of blog post.
I'm kidding.
Any readers of my blog know that I have a history of being obsessive about the way I look. This means my weight, face/makeup, hair, height, shoe size, clothing size, skin colour, piercings, clothing, REALLY ANYTHING on my body.
This has decreased over the past 2-3 years, which is a good thing, I suppose.
I think it is no secret that the way you look is the image you present to the world. What you look like is who strangers think you are.
Whenever I hear people say "Looks don't matter", I just think of how ignorant they are. I don't know if thats the word I want to use, but I'll use it nevertheless.
Looks do matter. End of story.
I used to mainly be obsessed about my style, I'd come up with different "styles" and try to describe them. I just realized that currently, I have no idea what the fuck my style is. It's probably something like wear anything dark. Yep. Thats it.
But I went through these fazes with skinny jeans, flare jeans, sweaters, dresses, blazers... the list goes on.
I used to consider myself a "punk" at one point, which is funny because all I really did was dress up in pink, black and skinny jeans. I wasn't a punk at all. I listened to disney songs on my iPod. Sometimes I would describe my style as "emo" which is also funny because I have never cut myself.
I had a bit of a preppy faze not too long ago, which I still sort of have, where I wear a lot of blazers, dresses and heels. I still do this, though. I'm not sure why.
Then there is my hair. Long, brown. Natural. End of story. In grade 8 I cut it short, then let it grow out long until last summer, when I cut it short again. It's starting to get longer than I would like, again.
I never had dyed my hair... until yesterday. I dyed half of my hair (the underneath part) "black", it looks more dark brown. My hair is so thick, you can barely notice it when it's down. If it's in a ponytail, you can tell, easier. It's almost indifferent to my natural hair colour, but you can still see it, especially in bright light.
I'm not going on about my body, here. Like the story of my dad passing away and my parents divorcing, that story has been exhausted.
I do have a weird thing about height though. I haven't figured out why yet. I am obsessed with the height of people. I am 5'7''. I kind of wish I was an inch taller, but whatever. I always google my favourite celebrities' heights (Tina Fey is 5'3'', fyi), and I think that is weird. I always call my cousin short (she's 10, she's actually tall for her age), and I always make a point of trying to be taller than tall people. I don't know why I have this thing for height. It's actually a huge turnoff for me if a guy is shorter than me. Not that it matters, but Tina Fey's husband is 5'0''. Obviously height doesn't make up the man, but I do wish that whoever I end up with, is taller than me.
"Height doesn't make up the man" lmfao. Why do I say these things? I'm so hilarious.
Then there is makeup. I went through fazes with makeup too. I probably started learning more about makeup and wearing it come grade 6. I didn't really start wearing it daily until grade 8/9 ish. Grades 6-8 I occasionally wore it. I remember I wore grey eyeshadow in grade 8. Oh yes. Somebody actually called me out on it, and I denied the fact that I was wearing makeup. I went through fazes with different lipsticks/lipstains, different eye shadows, I wore greens for a long time, then I switched to browns. I've always worn concealer, and I go through fazes where I do and don't wear foundation.
This is really boring. I see it now.
Now I generally wear concealer, foundation, and occasionally I'll wear eyeshadow, usually brown. Sometimes I put colour on my lips. I never wear mascara, or blush.
I guess my whole point of this ramble is going back to the fact that looks do matter. The way you look is what people first know about you. Whatever on the outside is who you are to another. Until you open your mouth, or they creep your facebook, they know nothing else. You can't really make a second impression. The fact that "Looks don't matter" although isn't true, to the individual, looks can matter less or more. Let's say I meet a slightly below average guy in height (as I said before I don't like this), I am probably not going to be overly attracted to him. But if I suddenly find out he loves the same TV shows as me, and he is really funny, then the fact that he is short, won't matter as much.
You can't change that first impression, but new information can definitely change your ongoing impression.
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