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I was just watching a television show called Taboo: Body Beautification. It dealt with different cultures and their grotesque and strange practices of obtaining beauty. They focused on tribal teeth filing and such things you'd expect, but centralized on Western culture like buttox implants. I noticed that all the commercials enveloping the show were for weight loss pills and hair growth surgery. It's odd, no? We're all trapped in the webbing of knowing our taboos yet fully rapturing over them. I am completely baffled when seeing women who look like this: 
and not knowing whether I'm jealous or disgusted. I think that's the brunt of my sexual identity confusion. I can relate with boys because I don't want to have to deal with all the bells and whistles of being attractive, yet I fawn over beautiful girls because I admire their perserverance to being beautiful. I have big plans for tanning salons and waxes and pedicures, but I don't want to devote my money towards something that seems so frivilous. I could go on, but I'd rather hear my comments. I wonder if boys do worry as much as I assume they don't.
and not knowing whether I'm jealous or disgusted. I think that's the brunt of my sexual identity confusion. I can relate with boys because I don't want to have to deal with all the bells and whistles of being attractive, yet I fawn over beautiful girls because I admire their perserverance to being beautiful. I have big plans for tanning salons and waxes and pedicures, but I don't want to devote my money towards something that seems so frivilous. I could go on, but I'd rather hear my comments. I wonder if boys do worry as much as I assume they don't.