It obviously haunts me 12 years later or it wouldn't have bubbled into my consciousness while sitting in church this morning--despite my attentiveness to the talks that--to my awareness--had nothing to do with this memory.
So, I guess I have only one alternative--hair plugs.
Yet, as I think about it, I had a thick head of hair back then, so that won't do it.
Anyone know a good plastic surgeon?
Oh well. I guess I can thank her for all the character-building her comment has promoted all these years--my inner beauty has benefited tremendously once I realized that my supermodel facade was imaginary. Such brutal honesty, such beautiful results.
Thanks _______, for your generously-shared insight--I don't know where I'd be without you (except perhaps still knocking on model agency doors wondering why everyone was in such denial).
And, I wouldn't have this random post to write, so it's a net gain for sure! (*wink*)
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LOL! Glad I could be of service. ;)
Aw shucks. You take after me, right?
Whew! I sure am glad that Emily took credit for that one. As I was reading I kept wondering if it was me that said that. (Er..uh...not that I ever thought it. That is certainly not why I even thought there was a possibility that I would have said it. Nah.)
All parents are testaments that you do not have to be beautiful to have beautiful children! I am also grateful that the genetic code for beautiful does not skip a generation - I would hate to have grandchildren with three chins are their tender ages.
Sad. So Sad. Man, who would marry into such a hateful family?
P.S. I saw this article and thought . . ."oh that is sooo Scott!"
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