I'm an NT female. And twice a year I glue myself to the computer for days and can't get off. Why? Mercedes-benz spring fashion show, and mercedes-benz fall fashion show. I'm also an artist, and a complete nature freak. Half my computer is filled with images of outfits that I would like to die in. But a good half the time I leave the house in pajama pants and a T-shirt. Especially to classes.
It's all about how the world perceives you. If you don't care, then good for you. I know that when I doll myself up, put on my bollywood star face (Can't pull off Hollywood, too brown-and-proud) and my pumps, the world is an entirely different place. Women don't make eye contact as much because I am superior to them, men make it more because in every way they cry for my attention. I am shouting to the world who I am in every way. My legs free up to a dangerous point because I'm not modest and heck i just don't like pants, every piece and layer pressing on my body tells everyone something about me.
I rouge my lips when I feel prim, and authoritative. When I just want to laugh and run around they're glossed so the light bounces off my smile. When I want to kiss they're bare, and faintly lined, looking puffier and vulnerable. I'm giving signals out into the world, freely for all to see. It's a mask of my true expressions. And it broadcasts to all a small story about me.
And it tells me more about them. When I present myself as an elite to society, in expensive clothes and at my most attractive, people smile more at me, other people won't look me in the face. It tells me so much more about the esteem and situation of every person I see in my day.
It's a choice. Gazing into a jeweled kaleidoscope at will. It's addictive too, and that's when it's a problem. Especially the teenaged girl conception that MORE makeup gets you further into that pretty jeweled place. It takes them farther away but it doesn't matter, because most of why they wear it is to improve how they see themselves. The pretty people live vastly different lives, where the world is unnaturally accommodating and bad things rarely happen. There are no deadlines and no boundaries keeping you where the normal people need to be. I like fading into the background just as much as I like lighting up a room, so many days it's a comfortable sundress that doesn't cover up entirely the fact that I have no patience to wear anything other than a sports bra, and no makeup.
But others, I yearn for the double-take people will do to try to meet my eyes just one more time before I pass.
THAT IS ALL THERE IS BEHIND THE ACTUAL REASON NT FEMALES BOTHER LOOKING HOT. Whether they know it or not.