Hey Bess, Is “Mommy Dearest” still with us?
Alive? Yes, she is. She is a miserable excuse for a person still, but I have gotten my rocks off by being a completely satisfied human being.
She tried to beat me down, but I won. My kids are crazy about me - even though they just recently had a family intervention about my band. They want me to bake cookies.
Right.
Beauty.
Beauty is not necessarily visual. It could be mental, or just appealing to the senses.
I know a guy who’s pretty immature, but not that far out of place, emotionally, physically, and mentally. The poor guy just pisses everyone off because he has an annoying, whiney voice. He’s constantly made fun of, and has no friends, last I knew him. He’s a genuinely good person, but I can’t stand him.
I know a girl who’s voice I could listen to for hours, even if she wasn’t saying real words. She gets away with some things (lying [anonymity, really, not quite lying], gossip) that most people couldn’t, because a lot of people see her as more innocent or kinder. She smiles a lot. She’s sociable, and pleasant to be around. For the record, she is a genuinely good person.
Ugly people, fat people, are just not pleasant to be around if you don’t know them. When you first see someone, you don’t know how they think or act. You see what they look like, sound like, maybe even smell like, and you make decisions with an apparently, visually beautiful person.
I like people that entertain me, that can start conversation, that can initiate and interest me. Fat people and ugly people just need to prove themselves and make sure they don’t get overlooked on their own. If your looks aren’t a giant arrow in the sky, let your actions be.
On Obesity:
Nearly all of my family on both sides, excepting some of my cousins all struggle or have struggled with obesity. My father had, but now he is a very healthy eater. He eats snow peas and carrots for snacks, and his favorite stores are Sprouts and Trader Joe’s. My mom eats way too much, and always gets a refill on her maximum-size diet soda. She can hardly maneuver at times. And it pisses me off.
She works out regularly now, to try to get it off, but her eating habits haven’t changed. I just find it disgusting and wasteful when she eats, especially if she spills something on her shirt. I just can’t take her as seriously, knowing the self control issues she has. I love her but it still bothers me. I am proud of my father.
its odd how people dont usually see anything wrong with someone else saying they are ugly , but if someone else says they are beautiful its not so likeable .
Telling someone they are ugly presents a problem, with which they can eagerly meet with a solution. Or it confirms something for them.
Telling someone they are beautiful leaves them with suspicion. The better you know something, the more acquainted you become with its failings. They think that everyone must be so acquainted with it as well. Also, consider they may have already tried to fix these flaws. They may know they look better, but it may not feel worth the amount of effort they put into the process.
No I meant more if someone says about themselves that they are beautiful , people dont really like that , but if someone complains they think they themselves are ugly its not such a big deal
Oh… well jealousy seems to be the cause of that.
When I look back at all the fun/outrageous things I got up to, I recall that it was mainly instigated by ugly people.
It seems the beautiful ones were too reserved… too self conscious… or perhaps they were just too engaged in multiple physical and mental affairs to bother about doing something – other than themselves?
The ug’s, (the term we use around here) on the other hand, seemed to either retire from the world or explode in front of people faces in a brazen, desperate act of attention-getting and excitement.
But, most of the ug’s I knew, happened to be darn talented too, which might have a lot to do with it, too. They were extremely creative types or hyperactive thinkers.
In summary, if I were to choose between the boringly beautiful or the scary, zany, hyperactive ug’s, I’d go with the creatively, interesting ug’s. I need wild, active people who are focused on doing things; not on how they look.
Or you could have the perfect (haha!) blend…
most people.
Ok, I say anyone can be beautiful. I, for instance, am a hyperactive zany type who is (I’d say fabulous, but that would be vain) and I feel that beauty is a choice.
Beauty is the look out of your eye, the way you walk, your style, your confidence… your smile, your brain. Nothing sexier than a good brain. Who needs perky boobs when you have a good brain and a purpose in life that makes you tick - making you breathe life into anyone who walks by you.
Beauty? Be it, believe it, and for godsakes quit obsessing about it. I am beautiful and I don’t care if you think so.
I know so. 
Well, if you want to breathe life into a man…
“…when you have a good brain and a purpose in life that makes you tick - making you breathe life into anyone who walks by you.”
Hey, sounds like a nice guy!
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Dammit man, this avatar is worse than the last!
When it’s dry and ready…
Du-wha?