I took a picture with my shirt pulled up and my 8pack showing on my facebook profile a few days ago. With everyone’s comments I got to wondering how I became so vain anyways. I think it all started in 7th grade, when Jeff liked Diana. I said I thought she was cute, but I didn’t like her. When Diana heard from Victor that I thought she was cute, she purportedly said, “Eww Evan’s ugly!” Later in 10th grade, when Steph pointed out to one of her dance team friends that I was her boyfriend, her friend was surprised, expecting someone “bigger.” I suppose that’s why I’ve been trying ever since to be sexy. I want to be really sexy, like all the girls in the room are whispering about how sexy I am to each other kind of sexy, and that I’d make any of them nervous if I went up to talk to them kind of sexy.
This is more or less why I want to be a good fighter too. After being picked on (gently) by people for so long, I didn’t want people to think they could do whatever they wanted to me and get away with it. Since junior year, really, I haven’t felt like I was being picked on.
I also want to be rich, because I’ve been poor.
Being ugly, timid, and poor isn’t so bad if it’s incentive to turn it all around.