*****

wow is all i can say

so last night someone (i'm sure you can all figure out who) asked me to pluck my mustache. this was slightly amazing to me because quite honestly i don't give a shit anymore. my mustache is not an issue to me but obviously it has now become one. it is something i used to be very self-consciuos about but now i really don't care anymore. it makes me unique and i don't think it's very noticable at all times. how is it that after three months of dating he just now notices/decides to say something about it? it's been there since i was eight. it's not like it just grew in overnight. it's not incredibly dark nor is it very thick. it's just there and it's not a problem for me. there have been times when i've considered getting rid of it in the past, but i never thought it was that bad. but i guess it is. i'm not so much mad at him for bringing it up as i am upset that he really cares that much about it. when i was a little amazed at his suggestion, he said something along the lines of "it would be nice to see you without it for once." so yeah. i'm angry because when i honestly think someone loves me for me i still have to change to make them happier.

posted by emma @ 11:05 AM