I feel OK with myself, especially when I take the time to properly care for my face. My skin glows and that, to me, is a blessing.
As to looks, I know I'm no star.
There are others more pretty by far.
But my face, I don't mind it because I'm behind it.
It's the people in front that I jar!
Nero, there is much good-will toward you in the previous posts, expressions of care about your illness and grief, both of which hurt with a different pain for each of us who experiences them. Even the deepest pain and illness can abate over time.
Your day is here today if you can seize it. If not, there is tomorrow.
I'm never 100% satisfied with myself. That is why I was fitted for a corset.
Wing Walker
Looking for An Hourglass Figure, or Something Like It.