I've been dealing with the hair for most of my life. I'm hispanic, so I have dark hair on my arms and legs, never thought anything of it, though I must say the hairy arms make me self-consious. But then at 16 I started getting a moustache and some hair on my chin...I thought I'd die! I was also going through some pretty rough stuff, and started gaining weight as well. I was diagnosed at 19. I felt like such a freak! And sadly, here I am 32 now, and still feel like a freak of nature. I don't let people touch my face, even though I shave every day, because there's the stubble. I'm pale with black hair...it's that perfect? Then it started growing on my chest, my breasts, and horrors! From my belly button on down. I only dated 1 guy 3 times when I was 25/26. That's it. So besides the insecurity of the hair, there's the weight insecurity and the lack of experience insecurity. Will this ever end? I am SO, SO TIRED of fighting this every day. I think about this every minute of every day. I spend my whole life hiding from everyone, and I HATE IT!!!!! I had laser done 3 years ago...what a waste of money! It lasted about 1 year and I was ecstatic, but then it came back with a vengence. So here I sit, alone on a Saturday night as usual, hiding from men. Why would anyone want to date a obese freak of nature like me? This is what goes on in my head every day. I don't want hair to ruin my life, but it already has. I am so glad to hear that there are so many women who found men, but I am just too self-conscious to put myself out there. Instead, I hang with my single girlfriend and my gay guy friends--it's all safe, I don't come into contact with straight guys. What kind of life is this? |