My best friend from the age of 6 through my mid twenties would get actively mad at myself and other friends if we did anything to our appearance that made us less attractive. Like she might stop speaking to you or slam doors, etc if she didn’t like a new haircut. One time, to be funny, a friend of ours dressed up very glamorously and then give herself a five o clock shadow with makeup and we tried to go out for the evening.
My bestie refused to go out with us and wouldn’t speak to my scruff friend the same way for the rest of high school.
When we reached our thirties she began her plastic surgeries; breast implants, a nose job, chin implant, then there were the hair extensions, eyelash extensions, tanning…
There’s no real point to this post other than to say that I didn’t come out of that friendship completely unscathed, but given how close she and I were, I wonder sometimes that I’m as happy with my face and body as I am.












