Speaking as someone who used to look like Piggy from “The Lord Of The Flies”, screw her. I believe it will come around and bite her on the ass. Maybe not now, but eventually. You seem like a good kid. Stay just the way you are.
I was the fat kid, in school. I lost the weight, told the assholes in my life to go !@#$%&* themselves, and lived for me. Not anyones opinion of me. What do I have to show for it? A decent life, surrounded by good people and a wonderful woman, who cares for me. Not my looks.
Wow, that was pretty cold blooded. Try not to let it get to you too much. As people mature, they (usually) learn to judge someone by other criteria besides physical attractiveness. I’m certain you will find someone who appreciates you.
I also know that all we’re telling you doesn’t help what you are going through right now, but remember that it will get better as you get older and meet more mature people than that girl in the OP.
Dude, that sucks. Don’t let some internet bitch get you doubting yourself. I am kinda geeky, but I totally change my appearance from day to day, so I always get interesting attention. Contacts helped me a lot, but they are a personal choice.
Also, the cool people are dipshits. You can’t talk to them about Clerks or the Simpsons. All they do is drink. It is the rare one that is truly funny and gifted. All the rest come from a factory somewhere in South California.
Like everyone has been saying. Ignore the girl. I’ll take you SOTD. Seriously, I don’t care about looks. Of all my boyfriends I’ve had, only one would be considered “cute”. But to me, they were all adorable. Their personality shined through to me. Hell, I’ll fall in love with a lump of shit covered in maggots if it made me laugh. Because witty, charming, funny people make me gush in my pants. And i’ll take an “ugly” person over a cutie anyday.
Btw…Speaker…how old are you?
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Whereabouts are you, Speaker? If your looks are as distinctive as described and you’re not bothered by the occasional less than flattering description, maybe you should try modelling.
There’s a modelling agency in London (and possibly elsewhere now) called “Ugly” which does a booming business in “non-traditional” models. We’re not talking circus freaks here, mind you, just people who fall into categories not covered by the other agencies – the elderly, the overweight, anyone with a unique and memorable look or sufficiently of a “type” to get work.
And from what I’ve read, some of their models make big money. And they’re happy with the way they look. Hey, it’s a thought.
I can’t believe people do shit like that in real life. It’s appalling. I’m especially sorry that this wasn’t an isolated incident. What a sad little life she must have, but YOU, on the other hand, rock.
That person, and anyone like her, has no value in this world. Let that shit roll off like water off a duck’s back.
Hell, if you want to, use it as a tool. Use that memory to remind yourself that the world is full of shitheads, and you’re not going to be one. Let her be an example of how NOT to act.
This is of course from MY experience. I’ve heard that same crap a hundred times, and it still stings. I’m getting over it though. Just make sure you don’t let it stick in YOUR head. Do a Stuart Smalley if you have to. Just fuck the idiots. They’re wasting your air.
My friend, some people were just not raised right. That’s all there is to it.
She’s a shallow, media-swayed eedjit who just swears by her latest edition of Seventeen Magazine and everything it says about being cool.
She’s a waste of your time. Let her go hang out with her “good looking” friends - time spares no one its ravages and she and her friends will eventually realize that.
If you had not told me you were a teenager, I never would’ve guessed it from your posts. They are well thought out and show a keen intelligence and wit.
It took me a long time to learn that not everyone’s opinion is worth keeping, much less acknowledging.
So, Speaker, you’re 14, right? You’ve still got a few years to go before you really know what you’ll look like as an adult. Adolescence is like the larval stage; huge changes in personal appearance take place over the next couple of years, and you may be surprised at the results.
To paraphrase Robert Heinlein, any set of features can support beauty. It has to do with how much of you shows through.
Here’s a really odd suggestion. Practice your facial expressions. I’ll give you a moment to stop snickering, then I’ll continue. I got into acting in high school, and realized that there were expressions I wanted to use, but didn’t know how. Arching an eyebrow quizzically. Looking interested when I’m actually dying of boredom. So, I practiced, in a mirror, getting used to moving my face in different ways. And in the process, got to be a lot more at home with my face. I even got this “Intensely serious and intelligent” expression down, which comes in really handy at job interviews.
I’m not conventionally handsome by any means. But my face is an instrument with which I express myself, and I’ve learned to use it well. You might consider doing the same; it’s actually kinda fun.
I agree with all the people who said to ignore this bitch, but I most definitely agree with MrVisible. I do facial expressions, and I do them pretty damn well. I usually practice em at night, when I’m getting ready for bed and am standing in front of the mirror anyway. But like MrVis. said, it’s definitley made me more at home with my looks. And Hell, looks don’t matter anyway. If you’re really 14 (Wow, by the way. I had you pegged as a whole lot older; your maturity speaks volumes) then you’ve yet to even settle into a look. Your appearence is gonna change more times than you can imagine over the next few years. Have fun with it.
Living well really is the best revenge… trust me on this one.
When you have taken advantage of your obvious talent for expression, intelligence and maturity and parlayed them into success in whatever you choose, look in your rear view mirror and laugh about the shallow, slavish, media-programmed twits you had to deal with back then. They’ll all be unfulfilled, unhappy hausfraus and middle-management droids. Except for those who are crack whores and beer-soaked losers, of course…
Can I tell you a story that just sounds like a bad movie plot? I swear it’s true though. I was 13, Kenny was 12. He was nearly a head shorter than me and a little on the geeky side, although very intelligent and charming. We went steady for about 2 weeks and then I just couldn’t take the ribbings from my friends anymore. It’s not like I was one of the pretty girls or anything and I was always fighting a weight problem. I’m not a snob, really. I was just very immature and truthfully hung up on another boy, Jeff.
So Kenny moves away to live with his dad. Fast forward and I’m 16. There’s a knock on my door and it’s this gorgeous guy; tall, dark, and handsome. I thought I recognized those eyes though. It was Kenny, he’d moved back with his mom. Yeah, you guessed it, he just dropped by to make sure that I knew how gorgeous he was and that I couldn’t have him now. I guess I deserved that.
I got over it quickly though because I was still hung up on Jeff. At that point I guess Kenny would have won hands down in a looks competition with Jeff, but Jeff was still a sweety and Kenny wasn’t anymore.
So, anyway, like everyone said, true beauty in on the inside.
If my dad (which I’m looking more like every day) is any indication, I’ll be distinctive, but not handsome. Well, I think my dad’s cool, and he’s so funny, but that’s another thread. Amma hasn’t replied, yet, and I’m still waiting…
Strength of character, one’s own sense of honor: these are things a man may hold closer than he could any woman who sees him only as a decorative item on her arm.
Speaker, why are you still waiting? What in heaven’s name are you waiting for???
Scrape that nasty little skank from the bottom of your shoe like the piece of dog crap that she is, and don’t look back. No wait–you can look back once, when you send her an email with a link to this thread.
[sub]Excuse me now while I go punch something…man, that little @#%#@!!! really honked me off![/sub]
My grandfather told me something once which I think is kind of related.
He said that when you marry someone, it should be for who they are, not what they look like. Because when you grow old, if you married them for they’re looks, you’ll have nothing left.
I’m sure there are lots of people out there who feel the same.
Personally, I’ve always found that a person’s personality reflects itself on their face and adds or subtracts from their appearance.
You know it’s a funny thing about human nature. Some girl hooks up with a guy who beats her, and she doesn’t want to leave him. Somehow they break up, and guess who she hooks up with next? Another guy who beats her.
SFTD, get some respect for yourself. Go re-read your original conversation. She kept spitting on you and you kept taking it and asking for more. Then she left, and you pursued her with email. Now you’re praying for her to come back and spit on you some more.
This is not a problem with her, dude.
Respect yourself. Forget her, and if she does write back, tell her to go screw herself. And the next time someone says you’re ugly hang up on them. You are somebody. Don’t invite abuse.
