Oh, it's all big and awkward, and in my case, the teenness of it all makes it all the more amplified. You see, big feet, big hands, big nose, big eyes, big lips; there's a sort of freakish (well, from a typically self-deprecating point of view, at least, *sniffles*) nature to it all that makes just looking at it bizarre and not that much fun.
And besides the agressive extremities, I'm healthily aware of (what I see as) my unatractiveness, both resulting from inevitable (pretty generalized, I think) insecurity and some offhand comments I've heard (of course, the compliments aren't registered; how could the imploding victim live with them?). Essentially, because it comes down to it being, well, mine, and in a way, the vague notion that it's not quite done yet, what with the twenties still a few years far, I generally feel that... it really doesn't matter, even if I don't trust the thing.
And as to media portrayals of what-have-you's, I think that I (as a good deal of the people I know) am sort of detached enough from The Hottness That Is Trully Approved for it to make much of a difference; it hardly works by comparison.
But then, again. I'm one of the young'uns with the strange changes, yes.
(OMG LIKE FIRSTIES, GONE TOTALLY vaguely ANECDOTAL ON LITH LIKE OMG!) |
