tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806071290718040857.post8494611414863823472..comments2008-12-21T17:58:17.705-08:00Comments on Overclass Blues: (Pt.3 of 3) On Missing Genealogies, Or How I Learned I Was UglyA Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268745575091819858noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806071290718040857.post-53787107948579846842008-09-25T13:15:00.000-07:002008-09-25T13:15:00.000-07:00I had (have) the pretty mother. The problem is tha...I had (have) the pretty mother. The problem is that I'm the spitting image of my father. And let me tell you, his looks and large build don't look awfully good on a female. <BR/><BR/>Funny thing is, I <I>am</I> raising a daughter. And though she is the spitting image of non-pretty me, she's the most beautiful girl in the world, bar none...estherarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15612348739891404372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806071290718040857.post-70483349337660787162008-09-14T09:04:00.000-07:002008-09-14T09:04:00.000-07:00Dude... I am SO glad you are blogging again!Dude... I am SO glad you are blogging again!bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01844859687652489596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806071290718040857.post-80035532662939145792008-09-14T09:03:00.000-07:002008-09-14T09:03:00.000-07:00Gonna have to write my own post.But I really must ...Gonna have to write my own post.<BR/><BR/>But I really must say, it's actually TOO BAD that you are not raising daughters. The things that I have learned from looking at my daughters faces and bodies, and seeing my own body and face tweaked and sent back into the world; I cannot take my eyes off of the breathtaking beauty I see before me. I suppose that it helps that Dadguy added some extra lovely genetics of his own... but there is so MUCH of me and my "flaws" to see. I understand my own beauty so much better. Is not in the stillshot.. is in the gleam of my eye. Is not in the hourglass of my figure (or even better, the waif-like fragility) is in the functionality of this amazing body of mine.<BR/><BR/>I am almost mystified by my parents dissatisfaction with me and my body. The only time I heard anything about my pretty-ness it came with caveats; if only you would... hold in you tummy... don't stand like that...<BR/><BR/>What the hell were they looking at?bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01844859687652489596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806071290718040857.post-32958673784617100362008-09-13T20:06:00.000-07:002008-09-13T20:06:00.000-07:00There is a picture I've seen of two beautiful olde...There is a picture I've seen of two beautiful older people, who were obviously in love. They were in their 90's, old wrinkly...not beautiful anymore in how our society views them. But they you could tell they loved each other. I guess, that is what I want. Reminds me of the old Beatles songs, when I'm 64. I think there is more to being pretty then our society really knows or understands. In my mind, that couple was beautiful! Thanks for sharing your story. RachelRachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08774138114705555836noreply@blogger.com