They're not, though. Just don't pay attention to them. Looks are fleeting, statements linger. My teeth are yellow (at least they feel very yellow) and my breath isn't the best (I think), but I don't care as long as no one points it out (that's not 100% true, but it's a whole lot worse if people point it out).
He/she means they seem yellow to them whether other people think they are or not, that is how they feel yellow... so its not something Jaden would say, its something that most people would say :)
Someone please send this to everybody in the world. I felt good about myself one day, so I wore a dress (I never do), and my cousin comes up to me "Wow, you've really gotten fat haven't you."
I mean, I understand the "truth hurts" part, but the bitch wasn't necessary.. ): If it makes you feel better, guest, I replied with "Yeah" when she said that.
So true. There's no point in pointing out another person's physical flaws. You don't gain anything from it, and the other person doesn't gain anything from it other than insecurity problems.
Just act like it's completely normal, and talk back to people if they decide to point it out. Learn to find flaws in everyone, so you have some ammo. After 10 years of being the underdog I've become pretty good at finding flaws in literally everyone, and whenever someone decides to point out any of my flaws (not jokingly, but to actually hurt me) I point out theirs without hesitation. Everyone has flaws. All you gotta do is find them.
The second thing you've got to do to become invincible is to accept yourself, or do something about it. Don't whine. If you think you're fat, you can either accept it or work out. If you've yellow teeth, either accept it or brush your teeth more thoroughly. I've always thought I was chubby and weak, but after I started not giving a fuck my life has improved dramatically. I've more friends than ever, and the amount of times I'm out with friends has multiplied by literally 500, but I haven't changed physically. Not only that, but the amount of hate I get has literally ceased to exist. I still haven't changed at all. I just don't give enough fucks.
I give some fucks, just not nearly enough to actually care about any hate I get. I give enough fucks to occasionally work out, wear decent clothes, and just generally be a pebble in a pile of gravel. That's the third rule. Blend in. Don't stand out unless you look absolutely perfect (not "just" beautiful, but perfect). There's this one girl at my school who (amongst other things) has a big metal suitcase instead of a backpack, and I just can't bring myself to see her "beauty". I just see an annoying girl who thinks she's "allowed" to stand out so radically, as if she's not "one of us".
I can't just *fix* what people mock about me without major cosmetic surgery(i can't afford it) , I count my blessings I even survived what happened at all, I wear my scars knowing that if the drunken bastard had been a better shot I would be dead! But I still have feelings and don't like people laughing at me.
Same. Not all of this stuff, but most of it. And even when people don't SAY anything, I know they're still thinking it by the way they look at me. I've learned over the years to not give a fuck, though. I'm not looking for anyone's approval. I wear what I want and look how I want. If you don't like it, it's your problem, not mine. I don't need to change to please you; that's not my goal in life.
Because I sit in a chair all day working on software, and I need to be healthy. Plus, looking good helps me feel good. Also, "putting on weight" means lifting and drinking delicious fat-shakes.
No. You are beautiful. And I'm sorry I slapped you. I did it because i love you. ♥