Campin_Cat wrote:
Amity wrote:
In my 20s I especially hated the attention, it was unwanted and a ring made advances easier to dismiss, my ex loved when we walked down the street and I turned heads, it just made me feel like an ornament.
It's interesting that you said this, because I also turned heads, back-in-the-day, and I liked that whomever I was dating was proud of that, because at least I was something----meaning, because I had such low self-esteem, because I felt so incredibly stupid, that it was good that I could, at least, be attractive, and someone could be proud to be with me.
I had low self esteem too, what I wanted attention/validation for was me, as i was on the inside, the real me. The problem is that after a while I realised that men were usually just interested in me physically, and not for who I am and that is when I really started to resent the attention, because to me it was empty and vain and superfical, and wouldn't lead to anything of substance.