Because I was a disdained child, awkward, plain.
Dressed in homemade clothing when no one else was, but I most valued what my mother made for me. (It fit, for one thing, which most store bought clothes never did, never do.)
Poor, though I didn't feel it then.
Hiding, I did not understand why I was not admired, hating any kind of attention anyway.
I prefer sleek to fluffy.
Elegant to stylish.
Eccentric beauty to pretty.
Subtle to extravagant.
Dark to light.
Solid to flowery.
Casual to pulled-together.
Plain to elaborate.
Unadorned to made-up.
An acquired taste, not obvious, hands ready to help, nudge, or hang back.
6 comments:
(I have excellent taste.)
(so have i)
z- a personality precis, very good.
(good photo too, your hair is down!)
"Eccentric beauty to pretty."
It pains me to see how women of my generation seem to think that being beautiful means that they must all look exactly the same, when to me it works quite the other way.
I like this post, I understand a deal of it from within.
You look nice with your hair down - Librarian's Syndrome: 'He took off her glasses and removed the pins, her hair came tumbling down...."Why you are beautiful," he said.'
Ya boo.
This is exactly why I hate this cut, messy, fluffy, too fashionable by half. Unless I 'style' it, blow dry it, it does as it likes. Under a hat all day, it then just sits there sulking, all limp and ragged. Sleep on it, and it bunches up and snarls. Only by tying it back, and threatening it will it behave.
I've HAD good cuts that look tidy pretty much no matter what, so I know it's the cut.
Can't wait for it to grow out.
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