My brother (one year older) is very handsome. He also has a natural swimmer's build. We're in our thirties now, and he drinks beer like a fish and does a lot of takeout, but he never seems to gain a pound. He doesn't exercise, either, and would rather spend his weekday evenings after work relaxing, smoking weed and several cans of beer. On the weekends, he parties. He also has a good complexion and has never really had breakouts, just a white-head once in a blue moon, that goes away fast without leaving a mark.
Meanwhile, I balloon up if I don't watch my diet or exercise, and last year, I was going through a hard time and gained 50 lbs,, including stretch marks, which I'd never had before. It was very upsetting, because, first of all, I struggle with depression (since high school), also, the new psychotropics they put me on two years ago caused me to gain weight AND lose my hair. So to get unsightly stretch marks on top of everything else was very disconcerting.
Furthermore, I have very bad acne scars from the cystic acne I had from ages 13-31. I tried every over-the-counter medication/cleanser, but it just got worse. People kept telling me, "You'll grow out of it," so I didn't seek professional help. It wasn't until my latter 20s that someone recommended I go see a dermatologist, who put me on antibiotics. I was on them for a few years, but every time he tried to get me off of them, the acne resumed with a vengeance. Finally, when I was 31, he said, "I'm sick of treating this" and suggested I seriously considered Isotretinoin (Accutane). I was reluctant, because I read horror stories about suicides and terrible side effects (e.g. IBS, hair loss), but I felt that I had no choice. But the worst I got was dry mouth/nasal passages, chapped lips. It did the trick, because 4 years later, I haven't had a major breakout. *knock wood*
Anyway, I wish I'd been on it sooner, because the cystic acne really did damage to my face. My brother had this friend who used to call me 'Scarface' jokingly. At first, I laughed it off, but eventually I snapped, and he stopped. Another time, I overheard one of my sister's friends refer to my brother as 'the cute one.' I can only imagine what strangers think of us when they see us together and learn we're brothers. One of my biggest fears is for a stranger to secretly take my picture and wind up as an Internet meme about ugly people or the like.