I have FDD. This morning, I discovered that I have this condition, which was why I invented and named it this afternoon. Yesterday, I was placed on a bed at a spa and extracted into oblivion (those of you familiar with facials will know what I’m talking about), not without a bout of weak protests on my part at first though, but that’s a whole other story … I eventually gave into the soothing music, comfy bed and the promise of flawless baby-buttock skin by the time my ordeal was over. What can I say, I’m a gurl (and a bit of a sucker).
Anyways, to make a long story … even longer, I emerged from the session refreshed but looking like I’d been bitten by one hundred very angry crabs. I went to work all pock-faced the next day. Since I already looked like hell, I figured there was no point in trying to mask it – if you’re going to look ugly, I say go all the way baby! So I skipped the makeup and the contacts, pulled on a McDonald’s T-shirt and paired it with flats – it’s as heinous as you can imagine. If people ask me what’s wrong, I’ll make up some deadly disease and tell them I have it.
So there I was at work, studiously shielding my face from passers-by. Instead of being horrified by my pocked-face, everybody was instead surprised that I wore glasses. “Eh, you wear glasses one meh?” Then they asked me why I was behaving all weird and hiding behind my hair. I took that as a cue to unravel my fancy yarn of tragedy, beginning with my encounter with the extraction pliers and ending with how they should call or email if they wanted to talk to me cos I didn’t want any human contact today.
What struck me most was how nobody reacted with the amount of horror or unbridled shock as I’d expected. Come on people! I was wearing glasses! I had pocks all over my face! I had no makeup! I looked like the Empress of Dorksville! I mean, if this doesn’t qualify me as a contender in reality shows like How To Scare The Living Daylights Out Of Your Kid, I don’t know what will. Instead, everybody acted infuriatingly normal. Like nothing was out of the ordinary.
This has made me realise something: I don’t look as ugly with glasses and without makeup as I think. Unfortunately, this also means that I don’t look as hot without glasses and with makeup as I think – what a sobering thought.
Which means I probably have a distorted self-image of some sort. Which means I’m probably creating drama out of nothing most of the time. Which means that’s probably what I’m doing with this post … and probably with most of my blog. Urk.
14 Comments
October 14, 2009 at 3:23 AM
Which means u r just gorgeous with beautiful smile and lovely looks, and u should have that faith in urself
October 14, 2009 at 11:53 AM
Haha, my dear, if you really knew me, you’d realise that the last thing I need is even more arrogance, oops, I mean confidence, than I already have !!
October 15, 2009 at 2:21 AM
lol
isnt that nice thing to have? …arrogance.. oops i meant confidence
October 14, 2009 at 4:29 AM
Funny. I have the same disorder! Let’s toast.
October 14, 2009 at 11:55 AM
… with bak kut teh and a spoonful of century egg porridge. you got FDD? yeah rite!!! as in you think you’re more facially advantaged (is this a word?) than you really are – hyuk
October 14, 2009 at 6:03 AM
LOL
October 14, 2009 at 6:04 AM
Winnie dear, regardless of how you look, you’re a fine person. And glasses are hot.
October 14, 2009 at 11:57 AM
gasp. looks are EVERYTHING! you’re worth nothing if you’re not pretty! (uh oh, shallow evil women’s magazine editor monster is rearing its ugly head) … ok la, I do admit, glasses can be pretty hot, especially when paired with a sexy little librarian outfit … hmm
October 14, 2009 at 2:00 PM
There you go!!
October 14, 2009 at 2:01 PM
On a serious note, you are somewhat right about looks influencing perception of your worth.
Humans are very visual creatures. Something that looks pleasant almost always gets a favourable reception. But whatever happens past the looks thing is another story lah. LOL
October 14, 2009 at 3:27 PM
We’re all superficial – some more severely afflicted than others, of course. I’d be lying if I said beauty doesn’t matter. It does. A great deal. the problem is when it’s the ONLY thing that matters, to the exclusion of other equally, if not more, important values.
October 14, 2009 at 3:36 PM
Agreed!
October 15, 2009 at 1:52 PM
self-worth has nothing to do with looks. Look at Letterman!
October 15, 2009 at 1:52 PM
ROFL!!!