Feb 24, 2010 20:05
I'm ugly. That's right, U-G-L-Y, stupid chanty songs from the 90s ugly.
Other girls are able to spend money and go to those little places, and rely on the knowledge of experts and come out looking silky smooth and lovely.
I was never taught about makeup, or womanly charms, or stockings, or high heels. I ignored them. Nay - shunned them with a passion. Putting an ounce of effort into your image was brainpower taken away from more lofty and important things... books, angry political messages, Buffy plotlines.
And now, I want to feel pretty. It would be great to be attractive, and to look in the mirror and not list all the things I wasn't naturally blessed with.
So I invested a tiny bit of my hard earned stash in me. So that my entirety of my makeup collection wouldn't be from the 'gift with purchase' Clinique samples cast off from Mom. And my wardrobe isn't just a collection of clothes spanning from 5th grade until high school. And I went to a little spa and trusted the experts with my face.
FUCK! Why do I always leave uglier than before?