I grew "up" in front of a camera, in beauty pageants, modeling, commercials etc. Then I hit about 8 and all hell broke lose with my body and my Mom never let me forget it. My "favorite" line was "you'd be pretty if only.......(insert something I'll never have here)". When I tried to go back to modeling, I failed miserably. I am WELL aware of all of my bodily faults: nose too big, eyes too small, chin not defined, legs too short and stubby, thighs too large, ankles non-existent, stubby fat feet, too-long body, poochie tummy, etc. Even the great boobs I eventually grew are now marred by surgery and a nasty dog bite. That leaves great hair (which is now greying quickly) a decently formed upper body and a winning smile. Thank GOD I have a sense of style!
Oh, and a few less 20 or 30 or more pounds wouldn't hurt me either.
I'd prefer to be clothed that naked (but I'm learning
). But, it all has become less important to me the more I accept and like my personality. I'd rather be quirky and fun, loving, nice, entertaining, thoughtful, exciting, true and happy than just purely beautiful. So, Mother be damned (but, don't damn the diet.)