That's not a woman, that's a Mahn Bah-by

It never ceases to amaze me how much emphasis we place on appearances. The ONE thing that unites all of us is a need for outward expression of an inner feeling.*****Some of us go to great lengths to "alter" our appearances. I have empathy with those who do certain permanant cosmetic procedures, which by their very definitions, are superficial. It's the deeper procedures that I am concerned with. Pretending to be someone or something they are not to gain the favor of another. When someone feels the need to "be popular" or "Prom Queen", I always wonder, where is the deep hurt and pain coming from? What can I do to assuage this suffering?**** I'm not pretentious. I enjoy quietly going about my life, in the real world on a consistant basis. However, I realize that I'm not identified as female 100% of the time. Nor do I every aspire to. Additionally if you see me online or meet me in person, you get the same girl. Fun loving and compassionate. True to her close friends and flawed! Yes flawed. Yet it my flaws that I love. I have a bit of a Bob Hope nose and a fivehead( that's one more than a forehead) Very British teeth and several scars! My shoulders are broad and hips are narrow. My knees knock more than 68 Dart with a slant 6. Do I love myself? Yes , I do, very much. ******* If you're reading this and you don't TRULY love yourself, go back and fall in love with your flaws. It worked for me, it might work for you.......