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Title: Screaming in frustration
Post by: tgirljuliewilson on June 18, 2011, 10:59:47 AM
I have a very dear gg friend, who I love spending time with.  We're so very similar in so very many ways, including height--her 5-11 is almost my 6-1, and dress size.

However, sometimes, after spending time together (especially now that it's warming up and the clothes are becoming lighter), I just want to scream "It's NOT FAIR, dammit!"

I get into what I can only describe as a jealous rage after she leaves, knowing all too well that I WILL NEVER HAVE:

--shoulders as narrow as hers
--hips as wide as hers
--arms as skinny as hers
--hands as small and delicate as hers
--a waist as high as hers
--a neck as small as hers

etc. etc. ETC.!

I get SO angry, and frustrated, and upset, that I just scream and stomp and cry, and then feel so badly about it because its certainly not her fault that I was born with a Y instead of a second X.

I know I'm venting, but I just don't know anywhere else I could vent where someone would truly understand where the rage comes from.

I'm going to go finish crying now....thanks for letting me vent...

Title: Re: Screaming in frustration
Post by: Olivia-Anne on June 18, 2011, 11:27:02 AM

:embarrassed:
I can COMPLETLY relate to that, I get that exact same feeling (maybe even more intense) every time I see my twin sister. Every time I see her, its always a what I could should would have been, and triggers my depression. I don't really have any advice other than maybe misory loves company? hang in there girl, your not alone :-*

<3 Teagan
Title: Re: Screaming in frustration
Post by: KimNour on June 18, 2011, 01:56:49 PM
Same here, allthough the jealousy which I know should notbe good is just killing. Which also kind of hits me in the face especially in summer.
Title: Re: Screaming in frustration
Post by: Lynne on June 18, 2011, 04:22:14 PM
I know what you mean. Take today for example. It's a hot Saturday night here, party time. I'm walking home from work. The city is crowded with beautiful young girls who can wear anything and look good. The more I see of them, the more depressed, frustrated and angry I'm getting. Mainly because I'll never look that good without some serious work, and because I know I could look like them if I did the right thing 15 years ago.