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Just another face in the crowd

I'm nondescript. Of average female height, do not stand out in a crowd as such, and am probably considered average to look at with short semi blond mousy hair, petaled blue eyes 1 and an unmemorable face unless, you are paying attention. Then, you might see the small scar to one side of my nose, and then remark on the odd shaped nose sat above somewhat thin lips.

Definitely not pretty and nothing to write home about. Sometimes this to my advantage if I want to disappear into a crowd and not be noticed. But mostly it means I get served last at the deli counter when I go in for sliced meat and potato salad.

Does that matter in the long run? Probably not. When you look at the big picture being average is okay, most of the time. I can't say I enjoy it when I want prompt service, but hey, it's something I've adapted to however much I wish otherwise. This is it, this is my life and, at my age, it's a little late to complain or, worse, try to change.

I am who I am. I look how I do thanks to my parents and a random set of genes shaken not stirred to perfection. Thanks, I'm use to the face that stares back at me from out of the mirror (hi, Alex).

  1. Though it's true, one eye has a large brown spot in it which, according to my mother is inherited from her side of the family. She had it but not her sister. I have it but not my sister. My mum's mum had it but not her sister. You see what I mean. Also, my gran was told by a traveller it was the mark of a witch, an Irish thing apparently.

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