Most of what we hide is invisible to others—and often, it’s what they love most.
Question: What’s something that girls think is embarrassing, but guys don’t actually care about?
Let’s start with the basics: most men don’t notice half of what you’re worried about.
That zit you canceled plans over? He probably never saw it. That tiny belly roll when you sat down? Didn’t register. The tampon that peeked out of your bag? Totally normal. That loud laugh, messy burger bite, mismatched outfit, or the fact that you wore the same dress twice?
It’s not on his radar.
This doesn’t mean men are shallow or careless. It means they’re often more focused on who you are than how you’re performing “being a woman.” The performance is what’s killing us. The internalized perfectionism that says you can’t show hunger, can’t sneeze audibly, can’t leave the bathroom without running the faucet to hide a natural bodily function.
And here’s the worst part: most of that shame wasn’t born from men at all. It came from other women, from media, from culture, from a million little whispers over time that told us our existence is too much, too loud, too messy, too big, too unrefined, too real.
So we perform. We hide wrappers, stifle laughs, suck in bellies, avoid eating on dates, and feel broken for having acne, scars, stretch marks, or asymmetrical breasts. We assume our natural bodies are deviations from a standard—when in truth, they are the standard. We just never saw them portrayed that way.
But when you actually ask men about these so-called “flaws”? The overwhelming response is not disgust, but affection. Appreciation. Admiration. Even joy.
They love when you eat with gusto. They love when you laugh until you snort. They don’t care that your boobs don’t match or that your period started on their sheets. They care that you’re kind, curious, smart, fun, and present. They love when you’re unapologetically yourself.
Embarrassment thrives in isolation. So let this be your permission slip: you don’t have to apologize for being human.
Wear the outfit again. Eat the damn cheeseburger. Laugh loudly. Let your body exist without shame. You’re not a problem to be fixed—you’re a person to be loved.
And chances are, the only person judging you is you.
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