Gentlemen prefer ...

I've just changed my Facebook profile photo. This was the one I had up:But I realised that people thought it was me. Well, it is me but on honeymoon nearly 32 years ago. So I've changed it for this:
Which is, at least,a comparatively recent photo. I have good legs; I like my legs.

For the first umpteen years of my life I was convinced I was fat. I spent years hiding and it's only been quite recently that I've looked back at photos, like the one of me in the sea, and thought, 'Damn, you looked good!' What a load of time I wasted feeling ugly and hideous.

I think part of it was down to my cousin. Six months older than me, she was the pretty one, the slim one, the well-dressed fashionable one. I was the poor relation in not only the literal sense of the words. We spent a lot of time together and - I don't think intentionally nastily - she would make these little comments about my hair or my legs or this or that.

And this was in the days before size zero - size 10 was challenging enough - so goodness knows what sort of pressure today's young girls are under.

And everyone knows men prefer curves!