For as long as I can care to remember I have worried about my appearance.
In younger days it was my thin legs.
In high school it was my big nose.
In college it was my lack of muscle.
In my early years of marriage is was my weight.
In my early thirties is is my receding hair line.
What I will focus in my later years is a mystery but it will be something.
It’s tough not being one of the “pretty people.”
