That day is quite clear in my mind. Nothing could have stung deeper than his remarks. “No one else could endure staring at that horrible face all day long, so you should be thankful I’m here with you.”Like a broken record, his nasty remark rang in my head. I was well aware that my youth was fading when I was 67, but I had never doubted the inherent and external attractiveness of who I was. Even when I tried to seem presentable, random people would still give me curious glances….
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