When I was a teen, my mother tried to mold me into a 'fashionable' person, and I wouldn't go. She also had me on a perpetual diet ans she thought I was fat. (I was heavy for my size. I only floated with effort and could easily walk across the bottom of the pool). I didn't fit in with the 'girls' and have not yet figured out how to talk to the 'pretty' ones. But I always loved to sing, and love having kids around the house, and my husband tells me i'm beautiful. Someday I may believe it.

This said, I saw a photo of the MOST BEAUTIFUL woman at the Ansel Adams show last week. She was ancient, her face all creases. I could have looked at her forever...