I forget y’know? Gods it’s not ok to say but I used to turn heads, and sometimes I walk about as if I still do, not in a cocky way, I used to adjust myself because I knew I would be looked at and I didn’t want to be particularly, so I’d make myself smaller (I don’t know how to write this without sounding like a prick, I was not princessed by my family because I was pretty, I come from a good looking family, it wasn’t/ isn’t exceptional, I have an aunt who was the standard and I look nothing like her and am nowhere near her beauty]). And sometimes I catch myself still doing that, like it’s engrained, muscle memory or something. And there’s no reason to anymore, I’m 45 and no one’s looking.
This sounds bad, like a pity party. I don’t mean it to. I think it’s interesting.