You know those people (mostly men, it seems) who grow into their ugliness as they age? Maybe ugliness is a bit harsh, but you know what I mean. People with awkward faces - asymetrical perhaps, or raw-boned, goofy, just generally not what you could call conventionally attractive.
Then you look at them twenty some years later and you realize that hey they've really got that ugliness/awkwardness/goofiness working for them somehow. You know that moment?
Yeah, that doesn't seem to be happening with me.
I was never much of a beauty, although like Liz Lemon (minus the sense of humour), there were about two weeks in university when I was pretty hot. I keep hoping that I will grow into my face, turn into an adorable old lady, but really all that's happened is I see pictures of myself from five years ago (which at the time I thought were abominable) and think hey I looked pretty good back then.
I guess I will be saying the same thing five years from now.