Now, I understand all of these “services” are voluntary but I see most of them as necessary to stay in line with my contemporaries and expectations. And to be completely honest, I feel better about myself and my appearance afterwards.
Eye of the Beholder: Late Bloomer
High school was especially interesting. I had the personality of a 40-year-old with the body of a 12-year-old boy. (Maybe not really the boy part but that’s how it feels when you think everyone else looks like a coke bottle and you more closely resemble a ruler.) That was not exactly a winning combination. I never really had to worry about the boys falling head over heels. To be honest, I’m a little thankful for that lack of attention now. I, at least, never have to deal with losing that level of interest. I can imagine that change would be even more upsetting than never having it. But, trust, it sucked then. The only people who paid any attention were good friends who just seemed to realize I was a female. Very flattering. 
Romantic Cynic: Up to Your Physical Standard
Everyone wants to be with someone they’re attracted to. Thankfully, we all have different “types” making it easier for us all not to fight over the Brad Pitts and Halle Berrys. Some people like the Carson Dalys and Roseannes. Regardless of what your type is, you want to think the person you’re attracted to is cute, up to your physical standard. But then you wonder just how cute you are. Are you a movie star (after the airbrushing), an average person or a hobbit? Are you up to your own physical standard?
