This post made me think of this one time when I was in high school. I was hanging out with a few new people I didn't know and there was this movie on in the background. Trying to be funny, I made a joke about the girl in the movie crying about her mom dying. One of the girls looked at me and said, "Maybe she really just misses her mom." Turned out, her mom died when she was a young kid and it had been traumatizing. I felt like a moron.

My back story is that it's pretty good, not too much hair back there. I haven't had any major issues with it because for the most part my mom was adamant about me having good posture. I just have to make sure I have a healthy exercise regimen and eat well so that it stays strong.

You make a very good point. It's something I've thought about often. I'm always a bit self aware when I make jokes. 

My back story:

Married too young to a jerk who did everything he could to make sure I had as little self esteem as possible.  Once I asked him if I was pretty, and his reply was, "Well, you're ok, but I wouldn't say gorgeous."  Turns out that after our divorce, I discovered that very many people thought I was way more attractive than just "ok." Also, ex continuously told me I was "no fun." He was out in the streets having LOTS of fun, with other women.  I always was attracted to pretty boys, and while my current (and forever) husband was once a pretty boy years before I knew him, he isn't necessarily so now.  I have learned that beauty is truly on the inside.  Oh, and he has always thought I was beautiful.  He told me once that I was "no fun" and when I explained how that hurt me, he apologized and has never said it since.  I also try to be more fun (which in my house means less responsible and more boy-like in attitude.)   Lesson learned - people are good or bad independent of their appearance.  Beauty is truly only skin-deep.

Oh, and the back-story of why I'm "no fun" - I grew up in a poor family.  I was the oldest of five, my dad died when I was 16, and my mom worked a lot.  I was like a mom to my siblings.  I cooked, shopped, did laundry and babysat from a very young age.  I am the definition of responsible.  Then I jumped from the frying pan into the fire, and had my own five children (now a total of 6, but 5 grown) so I've never been anything BUT responsible.  It's difficult to even consider having tons of fun when you have so much responsibility, especially when you are left to be responsible all by yourself, while the other parent is having all the fun.  Thankfully, my husband understands this back story.  He shares the responsibility, and helps me loosen up and have a little fun.

Sometimes there's more backstory than now story. ha. 

I was sexually abused and emotionally manipulated from the ages of 10 to 13. It turned me into somebody that hides things, lies, and lives more than one reality at a time. I have become very adept at having a private self nobody really knows or understands, leading separate lives, and a master liar.

But I don't really think that this qualifies as the kind of answer you were seeking. I guess the cause-and-effect thing brought this to mind. I have been thinking about it a lot lately.