How I look dictates how my day, month and life go. Who told me to act this way? Why am I constantly marketing myself? Why do I care, given that I have a loving DH and am not trying to attract a mate?
I didn't used to be particularly bothered about how I looked, and had fluffy, mousey hair lopped off badly at my chin and bad skin throughout school and uni, ate what I liked at a size 12-14 and rarely bought new clothes. I identified myself as intelligent and introverted. I wasn't very popular (people thought I was a bit odd) but threw myself into academia.
I now highlight my hair expensively and straighten my hair daily until it shines and swings around my shoulders. I use foundation to cover acne scars and mascara to make my eyes look bigger. I limit my food intake to maintain a size 8-10 figure and limit my natural pear-shape. I wear heels every day at work despite the pain. I wear uncomfortable underwired bras that make my breasts look higher and bigger. I airbrush myself daily before stepping out of the door. I'm like a person newly made over every morning.
I make all of this effort because I know people now meet me and treat me like an interesting person worth talking to and giving attention to, whether that's at work, out at Tesco or in the pub.
If I wander around Tesco with unstraightened hair scraped back, I feel like I speak with a stupid voice to the checkout person and they have to ask me to repeat myself and look at me strangely. If I don't wear high heels to work, my colleagues comment that I look shorter and I hear my legs look short and fat. if I have a bad hair day, my day at work will be awful, my temper will be short and my patience limited. I didn't answer the door to my driving instructor because I'd forgotten the lesson was booked and I hadn't washed my hair. If I go out with my DH and his work colleagues, I feel their eyes on me - what class am I, am I skinny and disciplined, am I insouciantly fashionable, are my skin and teeth glowing? Am I worthy of their company?
Would a man ever care so much about how others perceive him? I KNOW this is nurture and not nature, because my wonderful feminist mother steered me away from anything faintly pink or 'girly' and this is only since the age of about 24 I have understood the point of going to all this effort.
God, am I the only one who feels so judged? I'm currently TTC, will all of this change when I have kids and become a SAHM or will I then be obsessed with appearing to be the perfect wife and mother?
The weird thing is, I feel so self-obsessed in writing that but I know I'm right, I am more popular, successful and relatively rich because I have discovered how to make myself look nice :(
(This is the first time I've started a thread on MN and I'm starting in the Femi arena.... be nice!)