This was one of many reasons I hated living in L.A. Before then, without really thinking about it, I was used to being a headturner. Especially in Minnesota, full of natural blondes, where dark hair and olive tone skin branded me "exotic".
NOT so in L.A. I refused to cave, and made it through the whole 3 years without doing so, but hated how I had to THINK about it. Should I pluck my eyebrows? Am I really thin enough to wear this miniskirt? How is the muscle definition in my calves?
I hated the once-over I got from professional colleagues, their relieved compliments when I wore the right kind of high heeled shoes and suit. I did grow to like the clothes, I admit, but I drew the line at the whole pancake makeup and hairspray thing.
I saw so many perfectly attractive to very attractive women who felt like crap about themselves in L.A. because of the culture of appearances.
Was SOOOOOOOOOO nice to come back to the Midwest and get away from that kind of ridiculousness.