I like beach plum jam. Tart, sweet, terrific on zeek toast. I make it, or used to make it, I have no beach plum bushes at my new place.
Therapy and scotch. They go together well. I am sure it's not you who isn't communicating well. Sometimes I think they like the sound of their own voice.
MUE - the mirror thing is horrid. Just horrid. I honestly wouldn't stand for it. At my daughter's interview yesterday there were mirrors on a far away wall, and I was loosing it. I have BDD, and I was seeing this ginormous neck sticking out farther than my face, and my one boob that is a zillion times bigger than the other. I kept pulling my sweater around me and tilting my head down...it was awful. My daughter says "don't look"...but hell if I can stop looking. I do the same thing when I see my reflection in a grocery store door, or at the mall, etc.
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Originally Posted by artemis-within
But nice on the outside eventually fades
and you have to find something behind the facade.
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I absolutely loved the poem, especially these last lines.