I don't know exactly when this idea struck me in the teenage years but I wasn't exactly the brightest kid about these matters.
It was a perfectly logical plan and at that time seemed flawless to me.
My planning was perfect, but it was not working, I saw stupid girliest girls getting all the attention and I was too stubborn to accept that my plan could fail.
INSTEAD, I concluded that I must be utterly ugly.
I went into the full tomboy mode well into my early 20's until I forgot the real reason why teenage me had made up the reasoning for such a behavior.
I was stuck in the BRO ZONE.
My plan had dangerously backfired on me, and worst of all, I had totally forgotten about it, and why I was behaving the way I was. What was I doing wrong?
I tried to put on some makeup but something always seemed off about it. And mainly because I was utterly lazy about it. I totally stopped giving a d*mn about it and gave up, makeup, being a tomboy.. everything.
And then one day.
I fell in love.