I was sent a message last night by a guy I grew up with. I haven't seen him in at least five years, possibly closer to ten.
His email wasn't the smartest or the sweetest. In fact, in most ways it was quite vulgar. However, in his email he said he thought I was pretty -- gorgeous, actually.
This is coming from a guy whom I know for a fact said once that he would never date me because he thought I was ugly.
Girls, you know that small bit of satisfaction we get when the girl from our school's Plastic Clique has gained five pounds? Well, this satisfaction is even better.
He didn't mention anything to make me believe that he recognized me. From what I can tell, he just thinks that I'm a gorgeous (his words, not mine) stranger with an online dating account.
My middle school self is dying because this guy has validated that my nose now kinda fits my face and those braces were really worth the money (thanks, Mom and Dad!). She's a little bit giddy because she never felt pretty, and a few people told her the same.
Add this to the list of things that I would love to one day tell that little girl.
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