tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post265521129498005002..comments2023-11-18T11:24:52.834-08:00Comments on Tales from the Den of Chaos: Found herMother of Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12176092618150502244noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-70895271508531551842007-07-24T18:58:00.000-07:002007-07-24T18:58:00.000-07:00Love the Dove ads. I wore Coke bottle glasses unt...Love the Dove ads. I wore Coke bottle glasses until I was about 12, when I INSISTED on contacts while in junior high. It was like a whole new world opened up for me with contacts...but I was still labeled as "nerdy" and that did wreak its own havoc on my self-esteem. Nerds can't possibly be pretty, you know? Still working out the quirks from that particular twisted thinking. Excellent post.Science PhD Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03927647627619995276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-50118488810818141092007-07-21T14:30:00.000-07:002007-07-21T14:30:00.000-07:00God. You know I've lived my whole life thinking th...God. You know I've lived my whole life thinking that no one on the planet lived with such loathing of her face as I did as a child.<BR/><BR/>Wasn't it obvious to everyone how ugly I was? <BR/><BR/>Didn't I just walk into a room and everyone sniggered and stared?<BR/><BR/>Wasn't everything in my life the way it was because of my face?<BR/><BR/>Apparently not.<BR/><BR/>I'm not free from it, but I"mBellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01961733332080072331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-81918068480192797602007-07-20T08:08:00.000-07:002007-07-20T08:08:00.000-07:00I have a friend at work whose 9 year old niece too...I have a friend at work whose 9 year old niece took a knife and carved the words "I am fat" on her abdomen. <BR/><BR/>Screwed up, isn't it?Very Herodotushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17099848123689535541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-62579272530162329002007-07-19T19:38:00.000-07:002007-07-19T19:38:00.000-07:00I've always been on the plump side--to the point t...I've always been on the plump side--to the point that, at one time in my life I said "eh?" and just GAVE UP...and now I'm totally on the obese side, and I'm mad at myself--if I had ever, just once, realized how good I looked back then, I would certainly not be where I am today--but I was so hung up on that extra twenty pounds, so damned neurotic about it, so threatened by how beautiful I WASN'T Amy Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04885706951931450373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-39916562039798620752007-07-19T19:01:00.000-07:002007-07-19T19:01:00.000-07:00OMG. Talk about hitting home. I was a total geek. ...OMG. Talk about hitting home. I was a total geek. Coke-bottle glasses, buck teeth, awkward. Then in high school, it was full-metal braces with headgear and glasses and a poorly-chosen Dorothy Hamill wedge.<BR/><BR/>At 18 the braces came off, I got contacts, and started singing in bands. I thought my self-esteem would improve. Not. Instead of worrying about being ugly, now I had to make sure I Jeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01052659387592324948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-19701992363747356302007-07-19T17:13:00.000-07:002007-07-19T17:13:00.000-07:00I too was filled with freckles and frizzy hair. S...I too was filled with freckles and frizzy hair. Sunscreen prevents the freckles, but not much, short of shellac will tame the friz.<BR/><BR/>I have to admit that I am relieved that I have a son so that I can focus on teaching him that beautiful women come in all shapes. It is a complete cop-out because I am afraid that no matter what I say that any daughter would find the pressure from the Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03509664226326597740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-75131033365823477602007-07-19T15:58:00.000-07:002007-07-19T15:58:00.000-07:00There were a few years in my life when I got pudgy...There were a few years in my life when I got pudgy. Maybe more than pudgy - kind of fat. They didn't last long but in that time my mother was so filled with loathing for my shape - all of her negative body image was rubbed on me like a full body grease mask.<BR/><BR/>I got thin - I was adorable in Jr. High but I never thought so.<BR/><BR/>In high school I gained some weight again. My mother 21stCenturyMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02370504811536749950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-58270003441849992572007-07-19T15:46:00.000-07:002007-07-19T15:46:00.000-07:00You know, I'd like to say that I want to lose some...You know, I'd like to say that I want to lose some weight and exercise more because I want to be healthier, but truthfully? I want to be thinner. I don't like the way I look very much. Even though my husband of 19 years still finds me sexy, even though my kids tell me I'm "perfect", even though my friends tell me not to be so hard on myself...the voice in my head still says that I'm fat and Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-2742750174549613612007-07-19T14:26:00.000-07:002007-07-19T14:26:00.000-07:00Is there room on your soap box for me, too?As far ...Is there room on your soap box for me, too?<BR/><BR/>As far as I was concerned, I was a fat, ugly teenager. I still can't stand to look at the photos taken of me at that time. My hair was horrible and frizzy, I had zits you could spot from the far side of the room and I was a butterball. I wore glasses and hated them (the first thing I changed - got contacts). No clothes suited me.<BR/><BR/>PipneyJanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18361733342528469517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-10242914212378615852007-07-19T13:56:00.000-07:002007-07-19T13:56:00.000-07:00I love that Dove commercial -- the amazing transfo...I love that Dove commercial -- the amazing transformation from make up... followed by still more with photo shop. Unreal.<BR/>I have a friend with whom I stayed in Colo. one summer weekend. That was the first time I ever saw her w/o make up. I came down for breakfast and there was this stranger in the kitchen. I swear, I was SURE it was a different person until she spoke.<BR/><BR/>My daughterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com