Captain_Lethargy
Active member
I'm obsessed with my own appearance but I couldn't care less about the way other people look. I try to rationalize that everyone has things about themself that they don't like, and that I'm (supposedly) an adult and that (most) people don't judge you on looks alone. Unfortunately, when I'm ready to leave the house all of the rationalization goes out the window and I'm left struggling with myself in the mirror.
That sounds like me. Actually, I'm much more tolerant of other people than myself in general-I save all my harsh criticism for myself.
I think part of the reason I get obsessed with my own looks is that I'm obsessed with the obsession-I don't want to worry about my looks. It doesn't fit my personality...I think I'm much too cool of a guy for that. I'm also concerned that my own self-deprecation will eventually transform into being critical of other people.
For the record, I am sort of a fat guy, I guess-I'm a little over six feet and weigh around 235-245. So, I'm not fat enough to affect my lifestyle in any apparent way, but fat enough to affect my appearance. I ride my bike and walk a lot (I never got a drivers license, which is tied into another batch of anxieties) so I'm not in terrible shape...unfortunately I tend to just sort of eat whatever I want. I like food. I also have some deep resentment to the idea of going to the gym...no idea what that's all about. I also have rapidly thinning hair, so I razor it pretty short. Oh, and glasses. I ought to just take the plunge and get contact lenses again. Let's see...my shoulders are kind of out of whack from a spinal disorder I had in my teens, and so I kind of have to continually watch my posture. In other words, I am quite a catch.
I can except that I am not a good-looking guy; I'm hardly alone in that. I just wish it didn't bother me so much.