Jackie, I see you surreptitiously liking this Blixa photo! I’ll make a fan of you yet. (Don’t let this public acknowledgement discourage you from liking any in the future.)
As I get older, I just keep getting uglier. This is the opposite of what’s supposed to happen. I’m like fucking Benjamin Button when it comes to attractiveness.
Well, I think you’re very pretty. Keelin and I weren’t just being nice when we said that you’re the most photogenic out of the three of us (and pretty much everyone I know). You’re maybe the only person whose eye color I can recall without looking, and that’s because you have gorgeous eyes. Besides, you’re such a vibrant, spirited person that you’ll always be beautiful, no matter how old you get.
Movies make us think that we’re not living up to some expected standard of beauty and that all we need to do to change this is take off our glasses and straighten our hair. Just as that’s obviously not true with most people, it’s also not the case that teenagers are “supposed” to get more attractive as they get older.
When I was in my mid-teens, I thought that by the time I turned twenty I’d have somehow grown out of the aspects of my appearance that I didn’t like, but it hasn’t happened yet and I’ve accepted that it never will. It’s unreasonable to expect your appearance to change for the better just because you get older, and thinking that it should happen only makes you depressed when it doesn’t, even though it’s not something that should have been expected in the first place. You don’t need to compare yourself now to your younger self. Just look in the mirror and think: “I am pretty.”