It's been drilled into me since childhood, originating with family members, and reinforced by others.
1. Intelligence counts for nothing. That's only "book learning," and nobody really likes the smart kid. It's more important to be popular.
2. To be popular, you have to be pretty.
3. To be pretty, you have to be thin and young.
4. Your own positive opinion of yourself doesn't count, because that's being conceited. "Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back." You're only pretty if *other people* say you are.
Well, I'm no longer young, but I wasn't thin when I *was* young either, so it follows that I've never been pretty. It's been made known to me by more than one source that I can't possibly be. Which leads to:
If other people's opinions of me count more than my own, I've been judged failing.
And it's perfectly OK for other people to remind me I'm not pretty, because... well, maybe it's true. If it weren't, wouldn't they be prevented from saying it?
My one strength is that "book learning" that nobody appreciates if you're not a cheerleader and Homecoming Queen along with it. If looks are all that matter in this world, and I don't have that, then why do I exist?
At this moment, I don't feel worthy of the air I'm breathing. I'd like some support and validation.
Thank you.



