I'm very quick to call BS on the 'overweight=unhealthy' stuff...I know of three marathon runners that are currently overweight (and look it, if that matters) who could DESTROY me physically. Of course, I'm weak and doughy, but I've learned not to judge what a person's health is like based solely on weight.

It's funny, because body-wise I *was* what those modeling contests felt was beautiful. I was a bit over 6' tall and really sick so I was terribly thin (a bit over 100 lbs). I remember being really mad because people kept telling me how pretty I was and that it didn't matter because my bones ached and my joints hurt…

One of my closest friends is 4'11 and we look ridiculous when we go out together...especially considering my penitent for wearing tall heels. She's actually a few years older than me too, but she always gets carded and I very rarely do. I also have a rather imposing chest and if we're standing next to each other in…

Yep. They may not know exactly how magic makeup sorcery happens, but they sure as hell notice when it isn't there.

I'm horribly unphotogenic, and add to that the fact that I'm ultra tall (6'1) and overweight and I end up looking HUUUUUGE in basically every photo ever. I figured that out years ago when my 'friends' would ask to take pictures with me because it made them look petite and small by comparison.

I went about 2 years without wearing any type of makeup, not dying my hair (and I had it cut in a fairly simply style) and I was working to get my A&P licenses so I wore mostly jeans and tshirts since I was wrenching on airplanes most of the day. I didn't see it as some sort of 'experiment' like the author does...it…

Oh man... at least every other year since I was 15 or so I've been sent to collections for an absolutely astounding amount of money because of 'accidental misbillings' by the insurance companies I've been insured under. It's fun getting a phone call asking if I'd like to work up a payment plan for the $250,000 I…

I'd hate to say it...but my sister is the stereotyped 'fake geek girl'. She is the girl that only pretends to like 'geeky' things to get attention and it really does bother me. She's younger than I am by a few years and got all the 'pretty' genes so she was quite popular throughout school while I was kind of a…

Oooh.... I just sent a link for this place to my friend who lives in Jersey City...and I've visiting next weekend AND WE ARE GOING THERE.

I was at the Boston Star Trek con earlier last month and I fell in love about a thousand times over the cos players :D

I never really thought about what kind of expression people have at rest...but apparently my default is 'terrifying' because I don't even have random people who tell me to smile or be happier. I guess bitchface on a rather imposing 6'1 chick doesn't bring out the maternal instinct in people :)

I gave him side eye, and told him that I didn't want to have to touch up my makeup or worry about my hair when I was elbow deep in an aircraft engine. Interestingly, I was laid off for 'not taking my job seriously and being a poor fit' about 3 months later after 5 years on the job.

Yep! I actually had a performance review where my now ex boss told me I should 'take more care with my appearance, and maybe do my hair and wear makeup to work to be taken more seriously'. I was working as a mechanic at the time...with zero interaction with the public considering it was in a private aircraft hangar.…

Nothing better than seeing a bunch of older white men (no women...surprise?) signing legislation regarding body parts they will never have.

I'm 29 and for some reason have a habit of always wearing gloves when I'm wearing any type of even moderately 'formal' dress. I also don't think an outfit is proper without a nice hat... and I grew up in a very 'whatever' household on the California coast. My Mother jokes around that I'm either covered in grease…

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My testimony would have been...surly at best. Me in my 6' tall punked out glory (bright pink mohawk and all) would have been escorted out for my use of some very rude words I'm sure. I miss being an angsty teenager. I don't know many people who would look back at themselves at age 19 and think 'well, that's an…

Oh goodness... my Mother's favorite retort for me and my siblings is 'I pushed you out of my vagina, you do what I tell you to do!'. She also jokes around about how my brother and sister got 'sloppy seconds/thirds uterus'. We might be a little weird though.

I'll take my giant breasts and over 6' tall physique and just go cry in a bowl of ice cream now.

I have a horrible sense of direction and it helps me when people can point out landmarks instead of me starting googlemaps and then twirling in a circle until the little arrow is pointing in the right direction.