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Originally Posted by footfootfoot
Adorable. a wake of broken hearts, no doubt.
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Oh crikey no. I grew up accepting I was the ugly one in the family.
I didn't even have a proper kiss until I was half past fifteen. Or an improper kiss should I say
In fact I'll post a photo taken around the age that things changed for me. Until then, family wisdom was that I got the brains and my sister got the looks. Which I now realise was unfair on both of us - my sister was a hard worker and certainly not stupid. I was lazy but bright and it pretty much evened us out in the end.
Re looks - I just wish I could go back and put myarms around my younger self and try to teach her to love herself. I grew up hating the way I look with a passion. A lot of wasted energy.