at least I have hair!

my face could be uglier, so I guess it isn’t that bad.

at least I still have all parts of my body.

my life is not that bad…sometimes I exaggerate.

I’m going to die someday.

But I’ve done some cool stuff.

At least a few people will care when I’m gone.

It matters to me if I die and if people care.

On some level we matter.

I don’t know on what level in the grand scheme of things.

Here’s what they can say about me:

She was fat her whole life and took up room and made it known that she was alive!