I Guess I Was A Mom So

People See You As An Object, Not As A Person, And They Project A Set Of Expectations Onto You. People Who Don't Have It Think Beauty Is A Blessing, But Actually It Sets You Apart.

Glamorized... Am I Glamorous?

I Didn't Have A Financial Need, And I Wasn't Very Gifted At Relationships. I Probably Was More Like What We Think Of Boys As Being: Hard To Pin Down And Wary Of Commitment.

Though Beauty Gives You A Weird Sense Of Entitlement, It's Rather Frightening And Threatening To Have Others Ascribe Such Importance To Something You Know You're Just Renting For A While.

Self-acceptance Has Been A Blessed By-product Of Middle Age.