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That's awesome! When I was your age, I felt so self-conscious about my looks. But when I look back on old photos of myself, I'm like "Holy crap! I looked so good." Now that I'm a hideous crone of 29 (yes, I realize that's not actually really old), I regret that I didn't appreciate my appearance and, even more, that

Go on with your bad self!

I always think I look worse in pictures than I do in person, which leads to major camera-avoidance.

there are TOTALLY people who are less attractive in pictures than in real life. and vice versa.

Girl, yes. Your confidence is wonderful.

Oh God, I know. I always get snapped mid-laugh and not in a winsome, tossing-my-hair-and-laughing-merrily-way, but in a way that makes it look like I will devour your young.

I think I'm attractive. Its so subjective though. I've had people tell me point blank I'm average looking and I've had others gush and tell be I'm beautiful, hot, sexy or striking (I've been told I've got a Eastern European sexiness going on…whatever that means). Idk I seem to do great at dating so I'm not questioning

Life is so hard when you don't know how to pose for photos. I feel like all my friends had secret lessons on how to be photogenic, and I miraculously missed that day...

THIS. You just put exactly how I feel about myself into words that I couldn't describe.

It's complicated. When people tell me I'm pretty, I'm like 'Pff, I am average. Maybe even above average if I've had a good night's sleep. But I'm not all that, by a long shot'. And then sometimes I'll take a photo of myself and be all 'wtf photo, I am looking much cuter than that today! RECOGNISE MY CUTENESS'

I am 17 years old and truthfully think I'm very pretty. I like the way I look and i'm not ashamed of it. Maybe i'm not as pretty as I think I am but truthfully i don't really care

As she was looking through her wedding proofs, one of my friends once asked, "Am I not as hot as I think I am? Or do I just not photograph well?"

Basically *I* (usually) think I'm pretty, but I just about always think that other people WON'T find me pretty. In other words, I usually think I'm gorgeous but simultaneously think that I'm not what men want to see/someone strangers will look at and find attractive.

I made my own wedding dress... but I didn't know it was a wedding dress, so I didn't put as much effort into it as I could have. My boyfriend was taking me on vacation in Hawaii, and he talked me into making a "pretty dress for when we went to the luau." Turns out, he'd been planning to ask me to marry him the whole

I hope fathers understand that what they appear to value in women impacts their daughters/other women in their lives deeply

Thankfully this was *before* I got ready, but it was humiliating. I was a ball of nerves on my wedding day (aren't we all?) and had only coffee in my system during my hair appointment. One of my bridesmaids drove with me to my parents' house where I was getting ready, and I let one slip. Only it wasn't just a cute

Yup, sure did. I had a dress that I only had tried on once in the store before the big day. Two weeks before, went bra/spanx shopping with mom. We glance at slips. "Do you need a slip?" "I'unno." (I don't do dresses normally. I'm a web developer and pretty much rock the T-shirt/jeans developer look.)

So yes, I put this

Not even terrible but (entire story NSFW)......Two days before my wedding, I got my period. My period is usually fairly well behaved- first day heavy, tapers off fairly quickly, lasts about 4 days total, move on with life. Not this time. We arrived in Vegas (Vegas wedding for the win) and had sex which made our hotel

My zipper broke during pictures, half an hour before the ceremony. So the moms had to sew me into it. My husband had to cut the zipper off later. (Not in like a sexy way, like in a "we have to get up at 4 am and still have shit to do" way.)

We very narrowly averted one. We didn't realize until the morning of that Mrs. Boourner's dress was transparent, and also we didn't realize until the morning of that she was colorblind, so she'd signed off on two different shades of blue for her bridesmaids' dresses, and in the meantime my aunt was trying to find a