We've just made a start on sorting through and cutting down our large accumulation of photographs and I was amazed that I was much better looking than I ever thought I was at the time. (I too had a disparaging mother.) Not fantastic, but certainly not ugly, I thought then that DH married me for my car maintenance abilities. Now, having gained a bit of weight and surplus flesh plus a slouching arthritic limp I'm definitely nothing to write home about!
But, on thinking about it, I'm really not too bothered. I continue to try to make the best of a bad job, but as long as I don't look in passing mirrors I can't see myself, so I can just be me. And most people seem to be happy to know me so I'm happy too.
Mistreated by the NHS and don't Know Why - Very Upsetting!


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