Monday, August 01, 2005

Focus on the outside, where it counts.

For much of my life, I was not really concerned with my looks. Some would argue that I'm still not. Regardless, I was a normal boy- shorts and a t-shirt were the order of the day, along with whatever shoe style was popular at the time. Through high school, I never had bad skin or pimples, really. My voice changed somewhere around 12 or 13, which set me far ahead of my friends. It was especially helpful, because pre-Internet bulletin boards would occassionally do phone verification to ensure that you were who you said you were. Needless to say, I used my power for evil in that I would verify that, yes, in fact I was 21 and yes, I did want access to PornShack BBS. The downloading of many 16-color grainy photos followed.

I had some problems, which I now look at with regret. I had braces that required me to wear a rubber band across the front, which would be removed during meal times. I had horrendous glasses that bring me to tears when I think about them. Worse, I had two pairs: Normal, and "sunglasses". Perhaps in some future time when the 70's look is back in I can take pride in them, but for now, let them forever be buried in the past.

I regret to say that I had a mullet for a short period. It was in fashion, but that still doesn't excuse it. My hair is kind of wavy to a point, and then it just curls up. I once wondered why my family didn't take many pictures of me at the time, and now I know why.

So let's flash forward to today. I'm 27 years old, and things haven't changed much- the only difference being that now I'm well aware of my physical shortcomings. I'm shorter than most of you towering neanderthals, I guess: 5'9". If I had known, I would have grown more. I'm not fat, but I'm not Dr. Ripped, Ph.D in "Getting Ripped", either. More of a "casually" athletic physique that varies depending on what I'm putting in my face and how much exercise I'm doing.

I still have my hair, for which I am eternally grateful. Most of my friends are beginning to thin out or recede a little, but I have been lucky. I credit genetics for the most part, but I also think diet makes some difference- I've tried to stay away from a lot of fast food or processed food, and I think that helps, even just a little bit. I have been making an attempt to grow it out while I can, and it's in that odd middle stage right now.

The worst thing for me is looking in the mirror and seeing little imperfections: one eye is a little higher than the other, or one nostril flares a little more than another. It's a little annoying, but I would feel pretty stupid getting surgery done to correct such small things. I don't like my chin much either, but it gives me impetus to stay thin: it would otherwise disappear into my face completely.

Nonetheless, I'm feeling almost womanly in my grooming habits. Most tellingly, I've been using this slick sandalwood sugar scrub on my elbows to keep them smooth. Even better is the main reason to have a wife: getting to use the stuff she buys without the social stigma of getting it myself. It's all heading down a road that invariably leads to me wearing panties, and that's not a road I want to go down (not a g-string, anyways. My wife wears them and they look awfully uncomfortable).

One thing about this blog: I know I've done a good job when I can take any subject and eventually bring it around to cross-dressing. I think anyone would agree with me on that point.


At 4:29 AM, Blogger ChickyBabe said...

Suggestion: If you're going to wear g-strings, make sure you buy your own. Hers are likely to be very uncomfortable on you! :)


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