I think people were expecting me to be that kind of glamorous sexpot. So they were always, Wow you're not what I expected.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Other people may not have had high expectations for me... but I had high expectations for myself.
I used to be more glamorous.
I had such high expectations of myself. I was going to be the best mother, the best housewife, the best entertainer, the best nurse, you know - what it was, I was going to be the best. And I could never live up to my expectations.
I may have been sexy, but I was covered up total. There was something left to the imagination.
I was a boy, suddenly treated like the men and expected to act like them.
I had everything I'd hoped for, but I wasn't being myself. So I decided to be honest about who I was. It was strange: The people who loved me for being funny suddenly didn't like me for being... me.
My expectations of other people, I double them on myself.
If you're wanting glamorous or really beautiful or really sexy, well then, I wasn't really the one, but I could do all of that. You could just get really lost in that kind of image.
I was not typical. Whatever typical or normal is, I was somehow separated and different.
Nobody ever really thought of me as sexy, right? They thought of me as smart and quirky.