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    I'm in my 30s and I'm still a virgin. These are my stories.
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Sunday, 30 October 2005

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Oh, dear. I so don't want to answer those questions. What I see are rolls and fat and more rolls. Even when I think I look cute, it's only cute 'for me' or 'for a fat girl.'

This is depressing. I'll end by saying that the top pic of you is absolutely stunning.

I think I see myself thinner than I actually am. And then I catch a glimpse of a picture or a reflection and I get depressed...

Body image is so tricky. And our culture is so not helpful.

Thanks! I posted something about this a few days ago, about how letting other people see us challenges our interpretation of ourselves.

When *I* see myself I see a skinny, narrow-shouldered man with way too skinny legs and a way too flat behind. I'm reassured by others that this isn't so, and a college career studying social theory with a recurring emphasis on public vs. private perceptions forces me to accept their interpretations but I still think it's really weird.

In my post I said I still see myself as the sickly stoop-shouldered kid with asthma so bad I often had to climb steps one at a time. And that what I measure myself against is someone with a compact, mesomorphic Spiderman physique which, at 6'3" and 200 pounds I'd never match no matter what.

The difference between what I see and what seemingly everyone else does is real even if I'm outvoted. The difference, though, is that I see everything I'm not while others see only what I am.

The woman you describe sounds awful through your eyes but most likely would be appreciated as "coltish." Very long legs, a back arched to push out your stomach, and small breasts may not be *your* idea of attractive but it's quite attractive to many, many others who recognize who you look like (you) and not who you perhaps wish.

It's ok to have a strong interpretation of yourself, even if it might be unfair to you (othewise I'd just be calling the kettle black) but you really need to recognize that yours is not the only valid interpretation.

So there. You know what I think I look like, you've probably seen what I look like at least in photos (and as far as I can tell my photos look exactly the way I look when I take them.) Who's interpretation is more accurate? Is your interpretation diminished by knowing my description consists largely of "not Spiderman?"

To be honest, when I saw your photo I saw lovely collarbones, nice shoulders, an elegant neck, a tasteful blue top under a black sweater, the edges of a decent haircut, and a gently provocative choker necklace.

Other than the hint of pretty A or AA-cup breasts behind a push-up bra I think I'm seeing the same things you do. In other words we're not that far apart though my interpretation is more appreciative than yours. I won't invite you to undress for me on camera or in person but if you ever did I don't think I'd see anything new I saw would change my interpretation.

Thanks for posting this photo, and thanks for sharing what you think of it and yourself. I hope you won't be put out but I also hope you'll take another look and ask "what does he see in me that I don't?"

Take care,

figleaf

Honestly? I still have a mental image of Bliss at 18, and am always a little surprised when I see current Bliss in the mirror.

When I look at myself, I see hairy knuckles, a third nipple, hammertoes, a conjoined twin sticking out of my knee, webbed feet, a rash that won't go away, and a little tail that I'm too ashamed to have removed by operation.

Other than that, I feel drop dead sexy.

Just kidding. You look good in your pictures. We all need to accept people's compliments of us.

I think I see myself as thinner than I am too. Probably because I was so tiny as a teenager. The weight has come on gradually and now I'm 70 lbs overweight. I am always shocked when I see pictures of myself or catch a glimpse of myself in a window.

Hey all,

Thanks for the comments and the honesty. I wasn't trying to say that I'm sexy or that anybody else was or wasn't, merely that we all have different perceptions of ourselves than others do.

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if i look at a picture of myself it feels like someone else. if i look at myself in the mirror its the same. i feel very detached and can only take me in in small doses.

freckles? nice.
eyes? good.
legs? muscular.
hands? big.
etc etc etc.

as the line from 'Cluless' says, but in reverse, I'm a full on Monet. Up close it looks good (one bit at a time) but far away it's like a big ole mess.

i'm working on this.

Oh, no question. Thinner than I actually am...by quite a bit. Every once in a while, I catch my reflection from some weird angle and realize how big I really am...

Stumbled onto your blog by accident. I've recently befriended a 28-year old virgin and so got curious on other's like her.
Anyways, I want to post a comment related to your statement of being "pretty much titless". Just realize that not all guys like large tits. The smaller the better for me. So, being titless is not necessarily a detraction from your attractiveness.
My 2 cents.

Everyone keeps teling me that i'm kind,caring, sweet & a good listener. You would make a perfect dad. BUT.. being all of those including tall,slim, male and still a virgin hurts. I see myself as being different. The odd one out. And though i am very athletic, to tell my mates this.. i would have to be dying!

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