Absolutely not. I'm overweight, I have a demonized version of a 'Jew fro', and I have something called "mandibular prognathism [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prognathism#Mandibular_prognathism_.28progenism.29]" that thankfully hasn't progressed since I was a wee lad. That's nice, but basically my upper jaw and lower jaw are dead even, so I don't have the common "slight overbite" that many people share. Wouldn't normally be a big deal, but it means that every time I've smiled (egged on to show the pearly whites by asshole school photographers), I look like I'm grimacing, wincing, or planning some ill or heinous intent with psychotic fervor. For the sake of the "image" I project onto other people, it's a negative aspect.
Hair? Indistinguishable from pubes.
Weight? Well, I gained 70 pounds/5 stone in about 5 ½ months. Didn't change a single thing except medication. During that period I was a guinea pig for a slew of medications in an attempt to treat anxiety, panic and insomnia or some such nonsense. Sounds like a cop out, and I know it's not the only cause, but it's a significant factor.
This is coupled with the fact that I was exercising more often and with higher intensity than anyone I know by a long shot. Most everyone I know haven't, and still don't, exercise. These assholes downing magnitudes more food and beer than I do are just as height-weight proportionate as ever before. How motivating... /sarcasm. My bitterness is almost palpable and the scorn I have for my peers feels infinite.
But, I finally got through a long illness and I'm simply destroying myself with iron. Wrenching sockets, torquing muscles, clenching sphincters.
So, for now, no: I do not subjectively or objectively look good, appealing, sexy, desirable, alluring or attractive. If you're thin, you win; if you're fat, you're fucked.
Hair? Indistinguishable from pubes.
Weight? Well, I gained 70 pounds/5 stone in about 5 ½ months. Didn't change a single thing except medication. During that period I was a guinea pig for a slew of medications in an attempt to treat anxiety, panic and insomnia or some such nonsense. Sounds like a cop out, and I know it's not the only cause, but it's a significant factor.
This is coupled with the fact that I was exercising more often and with higher intensity than anyone I know by a long shot. Most everyone I know haven't, and still don't, exercise. These assholes downing magnitudes more food and beer than I do are just as height-weight proportionate as ever before. How motivating... /sarcasm. My bitterness is almost palpable and the scorn I have for my peers feels infinite.
But, I finally got through a long illness and I'm simply destroying myself with iron. Wrenching sockets, torquing muscles, clenching sphincters.
So, for now, no: I do not subjectively or objectively look good, appealing, sexy, desirable, alluring or attractive. If you're thin, you win; if you're fat, you're fucked.
