In hindsight, I was gorgeous. I realize that’s generally considered an indefensible thing to say, but I am just stating an objective fact. I can give you a list of my faults as long as my arm, and yours, with categories for sub-faults and spider diagrams of talents I don’t possess and things I can’t do. But it just so happens that, when I was younger, physical imperfection wasn’t on that list. Luminous skin, straight nose, long eyelashes, all my angles and curves pleasing to the eye. Fortunately, all the other twisted knots of my personality kept me from enjoying it too much;
