As a child, my body was an absolute bean pole, skinny that is. I actually went to the doctor as a teenager to get something to help me gain weight. He, of course, thought I was nuts, but gave me some kind of a prescription (probably just sugar pills). He said, “Someday you will wish you were this way.” Boy, was he right!
Then there is my hair. I am old, so to speak, and I can truthfully say I have yet to find a hairstyle that I feel is me. I can only keep trying. I am still waiting for my prime. I think it has come and gone, but one can only hope. Some days, I can actually say “What the hell”, and then others it frustrates me. I think that is normal for most people. Well – it is for me.
To be content with how you look would be fantastic. I have a granddaughter who has caramel skin, brown eyes, a dancer’s body, and very dark brown hair. I think that would look excellent on me! Oh well… When you get to be my age, you try to be happy with being happy and healthy, but being a little eccentric is also a fun look.