There are two specific moments where I felt jealousy. This post is much more innocent than it seems.
1) I was watching a Leslie Nielson vampire comedy and I cannot even remember the plot or when or where I was, but I remember seeing an actresses thighs and thinking. I wish mine were as muscular. I obessed over it for months until I achieved similar muscle definition.
2). During the end of Heroes Claire Bennett goes to college. And there is a scene with some girl who is her friend. They are riding in a car and the camera shows her hands and I was instantly jealous and in awe of her hands. I cannot explain it, but I never had even considered that hands could be so lovely. They were valuable tools to gather information about the world, but they are so much more. I suppose it is like saying breasts are just to feed infants. I still feel embarassed that my hands are so visible and not nearly as attractive as I would like. On a sidenote, I love Franz Liszt's hands in a painting, but never thought to be jealous of them. And in the commentary of Napoleon Dynamite at the begining, it is explained that a hand model is used for the opening credits and now I understand why, at first I was like, hands are hands, what the big deal? It is like in Notting Hill how the actress explains that she would have a butt double. That is just funny, too, and it supposed to be, I guess.
1) I was watching a Leslie Nielson vampire comedy and I cannot even remember the plot or when or where I was, but I remember seeing an actresses thighs and thinking. I wish mine were as muscular. I obessed over it for months until I achieved similar muscle definition.
2). During the end of Heroes Claire Bennett goes to college. And there is a scene with some girl who is her friend. They are riding in a car and the camera shows her hands and I was instantly jealous and in awe of her hands. I cannot explain it, but I never had even considered that hands could be so lovely. They were valuable tools to gather information about the world, but they are so much more. I suppose it is like saying breasts are just to feed infants. I still feel embarassed that my hands are so visible and not nearly as attractive as I would like. On a sidenote, I love Franz Liszt's hands in a painting, but never thought to be jealous of them. And in the commentary of Napoleon Dynamite at the begining, it is explained that a hand model is used for the opening credits and now I understand why, at first I was like, hands are hands, what the big deal? It is like in Notting Hill how the actress explains that she would have a butt double. That is just funny, too, and it supposed to be, I guess.
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