I had a tough time sleeping last night. I’m not sure if there was an exact reason, but running through my head last night were a multitude of thoughts about today’s societal upheaval, the loss of another job, fighting my alcoholism, the battle between Hilda and Stephanie, or me trying to work on my own self-image. At one point during the night, when I was fast asleep, I woke straight awake with a invasive thought in me: Why am I not pretty?
Granted, there is the quite obvious masculine, hairy, neanderthal-esque look I have on the exterior, but I sometimes wonder if I could ever actually be pretty – or even feel pretty.
So, the Question For My Readers today is:
What makes you feel pretty?