My voice. It is sooo high pitched, and seems to mh e getting higher with age. Couple this with my appearance and that one really low cut purple shirt I have, and I have been mistaken for a girl multiple times in public. It's so embarrassing.
This will sound kinda weird but my wrists and elbows lol the bone at the side of my wrist sticks out and my elbows are so pointy! It's worse if I lose a lot of weight. Sometimes they look like weapons :eusa_doh:
Ugh I really dislike my skin, it's always so dry and not smooth at all because of keratosis in parts of my arms and legs. I used to dislike my cheeks because they would get pretty red most of the time, but now this only happens when it's too hot or when I drink. I actually find it cute sometimes because they only become slightly rosy.
My hair. It's curly and REALLY frizzy, no matter what. The only time it's not frizzy is when I straighten it, but I only do that for special occasions. I used to hate my height because I'm pretty short, but it doesn't bother me as much now, don't really know why.
I'm really sensitive, which sometimes makes me feel somehow "less than" other people. I get easily overloaded by things like bright lights, driving on busy roads, being in groups where lots of people are talking at once, etc., so seems like it always takes a huge amount of effort to do things that other people wouldn't think twice about. I know being sensitive has a positive side as well, but I get really insecure about it and feel like I'm weak, or that something must be wrong with me.
I was so insecure about my voice, all because it sounds like someone dragged it through a woodchipper and stuffed it down my throat or it is simply like I've been filled with gravel and each time I talk that ever present cement is present. I was also insecure about being so short and small for a male. Like no guys are shorter than me cause I am like 5'6 or 5'7 and to count that off I have pretty much no muscles at all. I still kind of worry about it in terms of being attractive to other guys, I feel like being short and skinny might put some men off. The strange thing is I've never been insecure about my disability.
Insecure about my body, insecure about my intelligence, insecure about my ability to perform even the most basic tasks, insecure about my ability to interact with other human beings...basically insecure about everything.
Welp, I'm surprised this hasn't been brought up yet. Penis size. There was a period during my teen years in which the only dick I had ever seen face to face was mine, and of course, because I did not have anything else to compare myself to (other than porn), I felt inadequate about it. I don't know, I used to read erotic fiction and in all of these fantasies the guys always had these 9-10 inch long, thick like a can of beer (always compared to cans of beers) "monster cocks," so I just assumed that was normal and that my dick was stunted. It wasn't something that kept me up at night or anything, but the sense of inadequacy was always there, and I was dreading my first sexual encounter because I feared I wouldn't be "big enough" or whatever. Needless to say, having seen a more accurate gamut of what the world has to offer in terms of dicks, I'm well aware that my fears were unfounded and that these "monster cocks" are the exception, not the rule. (also, cumbersome) I think that was the only instance befitting of the thread's title. Sometimes I wish I was at least one inch taller, but other than that, most of my insecurities are things I can actually change and/or improve upon.
I know for a fact that I would not enjoy a penis that's 9-10 inches long and as girthy as a can. Like... what? If I wanted to play with a tree trunk, I would have visited my local park.
IKR?! Like, I'm sorry ridiculously hung guys, but past a certain point it's more of a hassle than anything to deal with a dick that... Monstrous (for me at least). No gusta.
My introverted personality..literally. I hate it. I want to be extroverted so badly, but every time I try, I stumble on my words, I'm not loud enough and my thought process freezes to the point where I can't think properly. Not to mention, I lose my filter and say things that will continue embarrass me for the 3-4 weeks after each social experience. For example, on Halloween, one of the check out ladies was dressed as Waldo at Save On. I built myself up for about 5 minutes, just to crack a mild "I found you" joke, only to mentally fall flat on my face as she stared at me, unamused. Another example, I was whisked off to a make up party with my sister (who needed me last minute) and although I did my make up fine, all of my social cues where off by a century and giving out/receiving compliments was probably the most awkward thing I could do, being that I was the only guy there, I was being watched by about 40 make up consultants, while the 6 of us guests where made to show them how a make up party would normally go. All I can say is, I wanted to punch myself about 60 thousand times when I got home.
There’s a few, but it’s mainly just my posture (although I can change it I guess). I had like the worst posture in the world as a kid. I literally was the Igor with a less intense hunchback growing up. I've worked on posture over the years, but sometimes I exaggerate my posture so much these days that I now look like a toy soldier. -__-
Every time I get a bad grade I loath myself for beng a failure, regardless of the dozen or so good grades I have in the class. I also have a concave chest, making my stomach look disproportionately thick, like a gut. Unless I become a freaking anorexic I can forget about being thin and having a flat torso.
Everyone has their insecurities. I am insecure about a few things, but we can't let our insecurities control our lives. There are definitely things about me I would like to change, like my height. I am 6'4", wish I was a little shorter. Also, around 23 I started going bald. I really don't like that part of me, but the only thing I can do is accept it and move on and have a a large collection of baseball hats.