Were you the ugly duckling growing up? How do you feel now? (girlfriend, young)
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Especially in my elementary school years, I was hideous. Glasses, buck teeth, skinny as a rail, poofy red hair, ugh. Things got better in my teenage years, and when I grew out the bangs that my mother always had cut in my hair.
Now, if it's okay for me to say so, I'm not that bad looking. I certainly 'grew into' my features.
Especially in my elementary school years, I was hideous. Glasses, buck teeth, skinny as a rail, poofy red hair, ugh. Things got better in my teenage years, and when I grew out the bangs that my mother always had cut in my hair.
Now, if it's okay for me to say so, I'm not that bad looking. I certainly 'grew into' my features.
Actually the opposite. I was told from as long as I could remember how cute and beautiful I was. It seemed to get me a lot of attention. I never really believed it and thought people were just being nice. I never thought much about it and tried real hard to be a good person with a good heart because there can be a downside when you get too much attention because of your looks. People, especially other girls tend to dislike you or judge you for that alone. They tend to expect you to be a snob or something. Having money on top of that doesn't make it any easier. Since I came from a poor area in Romania it was easier for me to relate to ordinary people anyway and I think I tried extra hard not to prejudge other people for looks or money.
I think people put far to much attention on these things that don't really prove who you are. I like an attractive man but i prefer if he doesn't know how attractive he is. But i would prefer an ugly good man over an attractive bad man any day.
I was as ugly as the northern end of a southbound mule all my life. Darn it! I was everyone's friend and no one's lover. I was the girl who stayed home every weekend with a book. I got the brains, but in the looks department I was as homely as it got.
Then I got old and a whole lot of women my age became grandmotherly and forgot all about looking their best. Voila, I became one hot tamale. Somehow, I became attractive. A little too late but better than never. I am quite OK for an old person and for the first time in my life, men are interested in me. Yes, I enjoy it.
But being ugly taught me a lot over the years. A relationship based solely on physical attraction is doomed. The hunk pursuing you isn't(most likely) still going to be a hunk 5 or 10 years down the road. Gravity, and the passing of time, does it's work on all of us.
I'm grateful. At long enough last, I got to experience what it's like to be wanted. But I have enough experience and perspective to put it in it's rightful place. I also know this time won't last forever. It's just temporary. An aberration, if you will.
I was never ugly but was relentlessly teased by a merciless bunch of bigoted kids in my school. Actually can't say they were bigoted - their parents were and I think they were emulating their folks. In any case, I was called "ugly" and a lot worse. I was fortunate enough to be in the class with the "smart kids" who were pretty much my only friends, and they protected me.
What was harder was we were so poor. It's hard being a teenager when all your friends have a lot of clothes, etc, and you're washing something every night in the sink and hanging it to dry.
I don't go to reunions or keep in touch, so I've no idea how they would react to me now. I haven't had any plastic surgery, but I turned out ok.
Especially in my elementary school years, I was hideous. Glasses, buck teeth, skinny as a rail, poofy red hair, ugh. Things got better in my teenage years, and when I grew out the bangs that my mother always had cut in my hair.
Now, if it's okay for me to say so, I'm not that bad looking. I certainly 'grew into' my features.
I think us redheads have such a hard time, especially in the tween years. My horrible times were about age 11-14. Luckily, I got my braces at age 11 and the buck teeth were gone within about 6 months. Still had no clue how to dress or do my hair and my mom was worthless. By the end of 8th grade, I was starting to get cute and figuring things out on my own. By HS I was pretty cute, but still very self conscious and still picked on for being so fair skinned. It took me until I was right around 28 or so to really start feeling good about myself. Maybe that is because that was right around the time I discovered Accutane and took control of the acne that had been tormenting me since puberty. I'm happy with who I am now, inside and out.
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