Good topic choice....
Throughout my entire school life, I was one of the most unpopular people. I got my ass kicked on the regular because I was a JW. I was constantly made fun of because I didn't wear brand name stuff. my hair was frizy, for a time I wore glasses with the ugly plastic frames, and sometimes, I had to wear boy's clothes, because that's what was given to my mother from others and she couldn't afford to take me shopping very often.
When I got into high school I started working, so I could buy nice new things once in awhile. I thought that would help me solve my problems, but then I got my ass kicked because other kids thought I was fake. I kept dreaming that one day I would be beautiful ( I was too young to understand true beauty) and popular and have lots of friends and clothes and parties and a big house etc.
Well, let me tell ya....the grass is much much much greener on the other side!!!! When I got out of school and started working full time, I started meeting new people...and the ball started rolling. I spent so much money on clothing and shoes and makeup and perfumes that I couldn't get myself a car, because I hadn't saved anything. I got my wish....but I don;t want it anymore. The men, are babylon the great...they are disgusting in their filth. They all gawk and oogle and stare and droole, and after getting played a number of times, you can't really tell if they want you as a companion or just a sex slave. Girls are the worst...they smile in your face, and plot to get your boyfriend/fiancee/husband behind your back. They never leave you alone, and sometimes you feel like privacy doesn't exist, because they want to know every little tidbit of gossip about you. Some try to be like you which is really annoying...the fact that they can't be their own person. Then you have the haters, who look at you with evil eyes, because their inferiority and jealously has gotten the best of them. They hate you because all the men want you, despite your breasts being smaller than theirs, they hate you because they give it up and get dissed, you don't put out and get all the guys, and pink lipstick looks better on you than them.
Popularity sux...but it does make you feel like a star...for awhile.
Joanne