A while back I posted a photograph of me at 20, taken by my father. Looking back at the girl I was then, fit, thin, young it’s easy to see how flawed those people were who told me I was ugly, ‘fugly’ (fucking ugly), too fat and thin and tall and whatever. But now, at 50 (day-after-tomorrow is my half-a-hundred birthday!), I look at the recent photograph of myself and feel very… Read More