The beauty of being my age is that you have come to terms with how you look. When I hear my girlfriends complain about their butt, their hair, their whatever I lean back and feel fabulous. Yes, I know, I'm not perfect but there is no need to point it out.
I feel good about myself. But as strange as it sounds even I have flaws. Some 10 years ago I got a thingie on my foot. Went to the doctor, told her it was a wart, she looked at it and assured me that it was not. Turned out I had worn shoes with a plastic label inside that irritated my skin on the side of my right foot.
Even today I can feel it. So kids remember, nobody is perfect :). But sometimes almost is good enough.
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