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Secondly, there is so much of this blog entry that I can relate too, I wouldn't know where to begin. I have always felt invisible to men all of my life - absolutely invisible.

To me, in my mind, there was always someone prettier, thinner, blonder, tanner, younger...whatever it was. I can't begin to tell you the problems this outlook has had on my dating life.

If you met me today, you’d barely recognize me from the person I was less than six years ago. At five foot, nine and a size 12, I still don’t look like a super-model, especially at the ripe old age of 43.

However, I can say with confidence that I’m kinda cute.

I’m also a father to the world’s cutest little girl, and I am an unapologetic man.

Some say I’m nuts, others say I’ve changed their life forever. I’d prefer brutally honest breakthrough to a “nice” rut any damn day of the week.

Seems like this story is another example of that, and how the whole thing in this social scene is about internal psychology, caring about yourself, and the lifestyle that will result and come out of doing those things.

I didn't think I was thin enough, so I didn't eat and bordered on anexoria. My level of attention didn't change, except that I got more attention from Joey Bombatts. But, this is what did result: All those years bleaching my hair, "fried" it and I've had to go back to natural color anyway. All those years basking in the sun resulted in skin cancer. But everyone can change and become who they really want. The Ugly Duckling By Theresa “Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” It was at least two years since I’d taken a vacation. Life is about making serious changes and going through some tough lessons along the way.As a middle-aged woman, I’ve had to learn to date for the first time. Thanks to the honesty of a life-long friend, I took a good hard look at myself.Likewise, the opinions of others based on my appearance and demeanor are sometimes staggering. I started crying, not because I was insulted, but because I was overwhelmed by the idea of being considered beautiful. As a result, I realized that, just like my clients at the crisis center, I deserve to be cared for too. I deserve to be happy, healthy and beautiful (inside and out), and it’s my responsibility to make it happen.

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