I think I look strange. Masculine. Hideous. Disproportion-ed.
Amongst all the delicate fine pretty young things, I stick out.
And.
Probably. When I turn 35, I'll be mistaken for a transvestite gone wrong.
Now. Armed with this terrible terrible looking scar on my left fore arm which I got from an accidental accident last year, that is born to stay with me for eternity, hideous me has attained a brand new level.
