I am overweight. I don’t wear makeup. I don’t style my hair. I don’t dress up most days. I wear glasses.
In high school I didn’t have a boyfriend and by the end of my last year I assumed that I never would.
I am media literate. I know about the Photoshopping that goes one. When I was a teenager I watched all those movies where the mousy girl with bad clothes, brown hair and glasses got a makeover where they took out the ponytail and gave her contacts and suddenly she meant something and I got angry every time.
My husband tells me I’m beautiful and I don’t believe him.