This is a true story, not a self pitying one: I have had only one partner who thought, from day one to now (even though we ended things in 2002) that I was beautiful...I mean, beyond the initial honeymoon period when all is new. Ok, also the guy who loved me in college. If anyone else thought so, I never really knew about it.
It is truly awful to have someone you love turn away from your physical appearance...people can sense the instant that begins...(though I get more men striking up friendly conversations, and even had a phone number handed to me this week, after I stopped dyeing my hair and went gray). I am not so shallow as to want some guy to worship me, but being loved and accepted even for the scars life has dealt, is not in my experience. Maybe one day....
When I feel bad about memories of feeling unattractive, dorky, overweight, etc., I pull out my collection of Fat Chance videos and immediately feel better.
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