Fat and ugly girls
We've all seen the girl who really is not that nice looking, but because of the way she carries herself, she commands attention when she walks in the room.
It was upsetting to me.
And then one day in my 20s, I found out what it felt like.
The cheek ahem.
I just had to be thin.
Much different from, say, my Budweiser-guzzling, fawn-shooting father who liked to spend weekends biting his fingernails and spitting them at Howard Cosell.
I planned to blossom in adulthood, to amaze everyone with my transformation.
Not too long ago I was out eating dinner with my best friends Nathan and a bunch of our fabulous gay friends at our favorite pig out spot Dallas BBQ's.
At the outer reaches of my consciousness, there had long lurked a stubborn belief that enjoying the intimate company of a woman was a cop-out because you were fat, or hopelessly ugly.
And not just in a sexual way but just generally.
As for me, well, I had good reasons for sticking with boys, thank you very much.