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33. What is really beautiful, for you, in general?
I am stuck with my father's judgement in my self-observation. He paid me about $2000 to wear high heels on my wedding day. It was worth the sell out.
This "other person" has a much more mainstream sense of style than me. If my outfit has something too outside the box, the other person immediately gets critical. However, they appreciate interesting things. If my outfit is too boring, it always needs something "else." I don't think they are based on any one person, but on my observations about other people's styles.
i dont get that association - to be honest, i try not to look. If everything seems neat enough, that is good enough for me
Depends on where I'm going. usually i imagine people I definitely will meet to be the outer eye.
I just like to look different. I like when people note that I am unique. This is not to say that "I'm not like all the other girls" or that other anti-feminist bullshit. I like for people to think "I wouldn't have considered wearing a vintage sweater with a cheetah print rockabilly collar and a bright red lip to a frat party." There's room for all of us! I can be here, too. I like to pique interest.
Someone who is a little bit self-conscious about the way that they look, but someone who doesn't spend countless hours manipulating the way that she looks - someone who doesn't spend a lot of money and time on makeup, hair dos and glitzing herself up. Someone who has strong values and someone who values intelligence and conversation over looks. Someone who likes to eat and drink with friends.
I can't see myself from outside.
Well,I'd like to talk to this person. She seems like the kind of girl who would talk about shoes all day.
She'd too big for that, she needs to cover up, she wears too much black, sometimes she looks like a dike. It comes from past judgements of disrespectful people
My twin sister is my outer eye, and she almost always looks better than I do at an event. Plus we are identical, so I am always comparing myself to her. Her hair is often much more expertly done than mine, and her makeup more sophisticated. She's a knock out. I'm the earthier one, I guess. If she comments on my look, I listen and heed her advice. I used to be bothered by it, but for years now I know she is right and her intention is very loving. She's my best friend, and wardrobe consultant.
Oh god, this is my absolute least favorite kind of dressing. I never really wear make up or do my hair or wear fancy things, so the whole ordeal feels unfamiliar and I feel ashamed that unlike other women, these things don't just come naturally to me.
I don't do that. It would mess me up too much.
There is no “other person;” I am the “other person.” I just see myself and I don’t need approval from others. I suppose I hope to look approachable and self-aware, open, smart, confident, clean and well-kempt, adventurous, competent.