Being a 40 something woman & child of the 80s/90s I don’t spend too much time dwelling on my looks. I did, however, have a very quiet voice in my head that thought that once in a while, if the lighting was right & I squinted & maybe was a bit pissed, I might look like Natalie Portman’s less genetically blessed cousin. Albeit a bit more Picasso.
Then, why in god’s name, when yesterday I opened up some old zoom recordings taken over lock down did I see Albert Steptoe staring back at me? All gurn & schnoz & asymmetry.
My Natalie Portman illusion is now shattered & I now see that I should really be walking around with a paper bag on my head so as not to frighten children.
Does anyone else have two such wildly different opinions of one’s looks that both battle for top spot, so you’ve actually no idea whether you’re alright looking or a MONSTER?
PS My husband finds me attractive so that’s something but I’m now worried he has a very niche ‘Last of the Summer Wine’ kink.