Lookism and me
I feel a strong complex about my appearance. My face is plain, short, my chest is small, I'm fat... I've been bullied and teased since I was a child for my appearance. I was born with a plain appearance that didn't resemble my mother's glamorous appearance, and I was also disappointed by my family. Also, when I became a university student, I went from the countryside to an urban university, and since middle and high school rules were strict, I had a strong desire to fully enjoy fashion where I could express myself. However, as soon as I entered school, I was moderately used as a complement by good-looking girl bullies. That was traumatic, and I couldn't do the fashion I had been looking forward to, I couldn't choose my own clothes, and I only wore clothes recommended by my mother, who came to play once in a while. Also, when I went out with my mom, I saw outfits I had worked so hard to think about while researching, and my mother said, “I don't want to walk together.” Even when I was betrayed by my ex or harassed by the opposite sex, when I talked to my mother, she said, “Isn't it because she looks kind?” I was told, and even when I looked it up on the internet, it came up that “people with a quiet and kind appearance are prone to being bullied,” and I despaired that it was unavoidable to be bullied. Right now, it's painful to stand next to someone who looks better than me, and I know it's not good, but even people I don't know will walk away softly when someone with a good appearance comes next to me.
I've always been bullied and traumatized by my appearance, but on the other hand, I'm also disgusted by “policore,” which imposes diversity in appearance, etc. For example, I'm frustrated by expressions where a beautiful character with a good game style is trying to be made obese because “because it's sexual,” characters who originally have white skin color change their skin color by saying it's “racist,” and companies oppose lookism and are arranged with words and calculations representing beauty standards I didn't know until now. For someone like me who is traumatized by appearance and distressed by distortion, living in a complicated modern age is more of a stuck game than hard mode.
No matter how hard you try by researching personal colors and face types and thinking about what suits you, no matter how hard you try, if you don't have what you were born with, you can't have a “perfect, no one says anything, nothing is done,” so it's hopeless.
