It’s like me but not. My friend gave me glorious hair, a wry smile, intelligent eyes. I think I’ve been Vikingized!

In reality, I’m short fattish and hairy. Given to grumpy faces. My forehead is not wrinkled but I have a down turned mouth. And skin? I have enough blemishes such as moles, that I could qualify as a witch! I’d like to shrink further not vertically, but horizontally. My body let’s me down physically, shaking and twisting, uneven and unsteady.

But the outside doesn’t count, it’s what is in your mind that matters.