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The real downside for me was how much my self worth was tied to my looks. When the stares and attention stopped I didn’t just let it go, I doubled down, trying harder to reclaim that attractiveness. It took me a long time to finally get over it. Now, I don’t care anymore but man, I still wish I could’ve recorded those days, preserved that peak somehow. It was unreal. and because I know no one believes me anyway.
They stopped saying that by my mid 20s
Eventually, you’ll stop caring about your looks so much but not completely. That’s how it went for me, at least. The obsession fades but a little piece of it lingers like an old habit.
I don’t think I looked like anyone in particular. I just had this very symmetrical face, healthy, glowing, with perfect cheekbones and an ideal face shape. My dad had jet black hair, my mom had red hair and somehow that mix turned me into something striking.
It drove my friends nuts, jealousy hit hard and more than a few just cut me out of their lives completely. Dropped me from their contacts like I’d done something wrong.
That's a bit harder as a woman
My face has taken on a lot more character. The boyish look I had is gone but I still have really nice features the kind that probably won’t ever fade completely. These days, I’ve shifted my focus inward, working on my charm and who I am inside.
But to be honest, all that attention back then, like I was some kind of pop star really weighed me down. It dragged me into a depression and I’m pretty sure I started showing signs of Body Dysmorphic Disorder too, obsessing over flaws that probably weren’t even there.
How long you got?
I can relate to that, i received tons of positive and negative attention in my teens and completely isolated myself as a result after i became obessed with my appearance and the idea that i was too good for my environment
I look at Brad Pitt. He is still attractive at 60, but that has mostly to do with his money. He has had a face-lift. Also, he doesn't look as good as he did when he was in his prime. 30 plus years ago. From a Buddhist perspective holding onto the past leads to regret.