(September 12, 2012 at 7:13 pm)TaraJo Wrote: Meh. It's more that whenever I look in the mirror, all I see is a big, hairy, ugly, man-thing looking back at me and I expect everyone else to see the same thing in me.
I "lucked out" to get a reasonably sized, rather handsom, somewhat naturally trimmed tumor.
Were it on a guy I was dating, I would find myself truly blessed. On me? What a waste of potential.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day