So, as someone once put it, life is an endless sea of humiliation. It was true then and it is true now. Hitting a psychic low point is never fun. Eventually, the sun comes up and you believe that life is, while not perfect, okay. And it’s not so bad. But feeling bad about oneself, namely one’s looks, especially if you’re a woman, is like a slug in the gut and it lingers. One’s only alternative is to develop a “I don’t give a fuck” attitude. But here’s another alternative. Read “I Feel Bad About My Neck” by Nora Ephron. I downloaded the audio book off of iTunes and have been listening to it all day. It has greatly lifted my spirits because Ephron is funny, passionate, worthwhile. She is a great reader, a foodie from way back, a great observer of life much the way Mark Twain was – truthful but bemused. There may only be one Ephron but she gives me hope that now that I’ve pretty much stopped being a “pretty girl” there is somewhere else to go. Read the book. It’s so good. The chapter on having a purse alone is worth the price of the book.
You only have to worry about not being pretty if pretty is the only thing you have going… Stone girls ain’t got that problem.
Looks and brains are a deadly combo, especially if they’re mishandled.