I always judged other people by their outsides and I always fell short. It took me until I reached my 40's to really accept myself. I hope that my daughter can get there sooner, but I did alright in the end, so maybe she will too. I did tell my daughter the story about the girl that had everything that I grew up with. I wanted to be her so badly until she died at the age of 24 in an accident with a drunk driver. It was one of the few times in my young life that I was glad to be me. Hugs, Marle