I completely agree. Lately I have been feeling really aware of image. It's actually frightening. Now there is such a fine line between trying to acheive healthiness and attempting perfection that it makes me sad. This may sound exaggerated but it's so true. I totally see where you are coming from. I remember when I used to not care if my hair looked good or not, or if I looked like utter hell, but it's all different. Like really, I can see media affect me as an individual. I am aware of it, unlike some people, such as the people you saw downtown, but that doesn't make me any different. I just think it's so sad because it feels inexcapable. HOW EMO WAS THAT SHIT?
I used to be so aware of that shit as well, but as soon as I came to OES, the land of never-ending sweatpants, I lost all sense of style or caring abotu my clothes. I dress like Neil Young or an old man, a 6-year-old girl at best. Usually the not-caring-at-all thing makes me really happy, and it makes me feel good about myself. But if I watch anything pop culture-y or hang out with fashion concious people I get the same depressed feeling. I don't want to be a loser, but I don't buy into that shit, but everyone else does... it goes on. I guess I've decided that somehow I will find friends and people to relate to and the people I don't get along with don't matter because there are so many people to know. You know?
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I remember when I used to not care if my hair looked good or not, or if I looked like utter hell, but it's all different. Like really, I can see media affect me as an individual. I am aware of it, unlike some people, such as the people you saw downtown, but that doesn't make me any different. I just think it's so sad because it feels inexcapable. HOW EMO WAS THAT SHIT?
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