Just Wrong

Although I am sometimes accused of having, if anything, a healthier-than-normal sense of self, I must make it perfectly clear that I am riddled with the same self-doubt and self-image issues as everyone else. But, for the most part, I'm more or less happy with and accepting of my face (more) and my form (less, but that's probably why I'm so clothes-obsessed). I also am pretty self-aware and content with my personality qualities and flaws. However, there are those moments when I'm plunged into an abyss of absolute self-loathing, such when the realization sunk in that, if Billy Bob Thornton approached me in a bar, I'd probably tap it.



And not just because it's his birthday today, either.