I hate this part right here......

I dunno Miri, in the picture thread you looked pretty British to me. But I'm a Tennessean, maybe there are differences I'm not picking up on. With nothing except the picture I would have thought you from either Britain or Maryland, maybe Massachusetts.

Ever watch My Fair Lady? Just tell them you're Hungarian.

I could never get over how handsome I am. Still haunts me to this very day.

Instead of being scared to talk to a woman now i go up and ask how she is doing.

I could never get over how handsome I am. Still haunts me to this very day.

i didn't like my crooked teeth. we couldn't afford braces for me. fortunately for me, no one ever made fun of me for my teeth. if they did, it was never to my face lol. smiling for pictures, i always showed my teeth, but there was a period in life, i wouldn't take pictures. if i did a selfie for a profile pic, i was always looking away from the camera or not smile.

i looked into getting braces as an adult, but it was going to cost lots of money, so.... i said no lol. i think now, it doesn't even cross my mind that i have crooked teeth. i guess i'm ok with it now lol.

I realized another thing I used to take issue with when I was younger. My name. It sounds silly I know , but coming from a classroom full of Amandas, Jessicas, Jennifers I felt left out. At a young age I didn't think how nice it was to not get confused with 4 other people during roll call. Lol

So if you hear of Misty around here... it's probably me . I now appreciate having a somewhat unique name.

Misty, that’s a cool name. My parents named me Kelly. Can it even get more boring than that? That was so not unique in 1976, and for all times, really.

Misty is a name so full of connotations. Misty eyed, misty taste, too misty, not misty, while Kelly is just dull.

I don't know if anyone has ever heard the song mentioned above by the Pussycat Dolls years and years ago. The song it basically talking about a girl wanting to break up with a guy that wants to hold on to the relationship hence the words "I hate this part right here, I just can't take his tears" (something like that)
But to me... every time I heard that song playing ... I jokingly pointed to something about myself I hated and sang "I hate this part right here" whether it was my freckles, crooked teeth, overweight body.... it was ALWAYS something .

Fast forward 18, 19 years... I'm now a 35 year old woman and I no longer hate myself. Yes I still have many many flaws, but I have realized that everyone is different, everyone has their struggles ... it's part of life.

I said all that to ask this..... are their things growing up that you disliked about yourself that you never thought you'd get over, but now you embrace/accept ?

Here are mine ...

1 . My crooked teeth. When we were growing up we weren't dirt poor, but we were in the lower income group in life. My dad was a carpenter which had no medical insurance and braces cost as much as a new car, so I wasn't able to have them fixed. When I was younger I got called a few names by a few bullies, but it was never a huge deal. I've since realized that yes, my teeth are crooked , but they're perfectly equally crooked on top and bottom , so they perfectly match... lol its weird but I don't mind it at all anymore.
2. My weight. Yes , I still battle being overweight , but... I'm actively working on getting healthier and I feel pretty okay just being me .
3. My freckles. I know I mention this one a lot , but yall don't realize how bad I was picked on as a kid. I was told it looked like I had poop on my face in front of the whole class and for a kid.... that was pretty embarrassing . It was so bad that I make a concoction I read about using buttermilk and lemon juice and tried to fade them...it just made my face stink.. lol then when I was like 19 I spent the entire summer hiding from the sun just to avoid getting more . They faded a good bit by the end of summer and honestly I kinda missed them a little...I didn't look quite like me and it made me a little sad instead of happy. Long story short ...I now just count them as my polkadot's.
4. My green eyes. I guess since all my family has green eyes ...I thought they were boring and everyone had them . One day I read that less then 2% of the world's population have green eyes and it made me feel kinda unique...lol


There's probably more things I could mention , but no one wants to read a novel about my life lol.

How about you ??? Anything you now appreciate that in the past you thought was gonna ruin your life ?

Hey Pippy, great thread!

I know this might sound strange and a bit controversial, but I have never liked being Asian.

Now, I think being Asian is a wonderful thing--for other Asians. But for myself, being adopted by white parents (which confuses the bazooka out of people) in a small, all-white, narrow-minded town always made me wish, you guessed it, that I was white. If I had to live among white people, why couldn't I at least look like them?

I was fine inside my own family--but being around everyone else made me feel like God had made me "wrong". One of my best friends is African American and always says I'm "the whitest white girl" he has ever known.

Is is possible to have a racial identity crisis? I guess that's what I have. I get tired of having kids (sometimes even to this day) "slant" their eyes at me and so forth. I get tired of older white people asking me if my name is Mei Ling or if I speak English, etc. (and I know my examples are nothing compared to what most other people go through, so I'm definitely not trying to sound like, "Oh, poor me," but rather, just to voice a few frustrations.)

I was talking with my nephews the other day about whether kids make fun of them and how they react. I was hoping they wouldn't encounter such things, being in a more diverse area, but, alas--people are people wherever you go. My Mom was telling them about the time a little girl in church kept turning around and looking at me... and then finally "slanted" her eyes at me--and my Mom gave her a look like she was going to hope over the pew and choke her. Lol... Good times.

I have always felt like God made me a white girl on the inside but for some reason, put me into the "wrong" shell. I know this is just my own warped thinking, and also a sin of discontentment. Interestingly, I don't think my black friend has ever wanted to be white and I don't think my white friends who grew up in all-black areas ever wanted to be black, so maybe it's just me.

The one thing I'm grateful for is that I think it helps me understand those who say they are gay or transgender, etc. I know it's not a sin to be any certain race, but I can relate to the part about wanting to be something God didn't make us to be. I pray for them, and that their hearts will be content with the way God has made them, just as I have to make that prayer for myself.

I realize it's just plain sin, and the only answer is to repent and thank God for His wisdom in making us who we are.

Maybe I'm just taking a little longer to get there than most others.