I've been pondering my own reaction to statements about my physical attractiveness: to wit, my incredulity.
It would appear that I have body issues, just like every other woman on the planet - it's just that my happiness has never depended on them.
Hmmm… actually, “every other woman” is a fairly big assumption. I only want to make it because I was assuming that I didn’t have them even while I knew that I did - both inside the same brain.
It’s a wonder human beings can even walk around - our synapses should short out with every damned step!