You know, I am a lot better about my appearance, which is good, because it is getting pretty tattered around the edges. Probably that is because of all the bumping into walls I have done lo these many, many, many years. I can go out without makeup! In ratty sweats and a camisole top! I can show up at the gym and be willing to not know what to do and have someone show me. That doesn't mean that, inside, I am not still that frightened child who thought her rain overshoes were clunky and deliberately faced torture for losing them. As Fiero sings in Wicked, those who don't try never look stupid. And for many years, that was my only choice. Happy to report those days are done. I hope.
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