A very long time ago, when I was probably at some peak of my attractiveness (almost 50 years ago) the guy who became my husband for 24 years (he died) told me that there are three kinds of people--the beautiful, the ugly (people who are sadly disfigured or deformed) and the rest of us.

I was insulted. Shouldn't he, who claimed to love me, think I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes upon?

Hmmmm, it's food for thought. The interesting thing is that as we aged, he said the same thing over and over again until right before his death.

He told me I was beautiful. And he meant it.

I'm happy to understand that he was speaking of my character as a human being.

We worry too much about how we look. We all know we are better off developing our worth in other ways.

Truth is, I think Charlize Theron has a beautiful face and I wonder what that must be like. I enjoy looking at her beautiful face. How nice it is that such beauty exists in the world. No wonder her image is used to sell stuff.

At 66, I'm glad I didn't waste too much time on trying to improve my looks. I'd be so pissed if I spent any money on it, now that it's a moot point. I wake up and look in the mirror and it's pretty grim.

I still love myself though.