i know this sound so easy for me to say but i wouldn't worry about what others say....maybe it comes with age, amybe it comes with just not giving a rat's patootie, what ever.

i'm short....really short...like wierdly short...and fat...always have been (okay after the age of like 5), and not exactly pretty....okay...and my parents told me from about age...oh 1 that i was the ugliest thing on the planet...so don't even bother with make up...so i never did.

fast forward 50 years ...guess what...i'm still short, still fat (altho i have lost 40 pounds) and still don't have a clue about make up. am i the ugliest thing on the planet? damned if i know? damned if i care. do i know about make up? nope.

my parents were not fashionista's. given their desciption of me do you think they dressed me well? nope. i have zero fashion sense (okay being tall for a garden gnome and fat kind of limits you anyway)...i wear what i like and what feels good...you like hey thats nice, you don't too bad.

boys always laughed at me. girls always laughed at me. grown up laughed at me.

i guess what i'm trying to say is...find YOUR NICHE. BE COMFORTABLE IN IT & EVERYONE ELSE CAN EITHER LIKE IT OR PLAY SOMEPLACE ELSE. my niche is filled with humor, and dogs and fun. i laugh at me, my friends laugh at me and laugh with me.

i don't worry about what others think of me...if they like my clothes, or if i'm pretty enough, or what ever. when i think back as a kid i don't even remember doing that a kid. i just didn't care whether they liked me or not...i guess i figured when you are the ugliest kid on the planet it was a given so you had to be comfortable with yourself...maybe the parents from hell really did be a blessing by being so damn disfunctional.

you like hats? wear hem, i do. sneakers? same thing. shorts? go for it. look...you go thru life once...might as well be comfortable...why wear something you don't like and isn't comfortable just because everyone else is wearing it?

i am single...i vacation by myself all the time...which seems to amaze people...they ask...how can you do that? well life's too short...again if i wait for someone to ask me to go with them i could be dead or 99 (given my active social life...susan boyle has been kissed more than me) by then. so i go.

so...not to worry. be happy. be you. you are young.

stumpy