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Self Esteem

My shrink says I haven't any.. self esteem that is. Not good enough or smart enough I thought the ugly duckling would turn in to a swan.. didn't happen. Just living life in the slow lane. Gray and unattractive, old too But my mother loved me.. that's something, right?

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Sheri Fresonke Harper

Date: 11/12/2010 10:46:00 AM

And your readers love your sense of humor, that is I do, you paint a character at a time of life that just goes with the flor:)

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 11/11/2010 10:17:00 AM

Self esteem seems to be something we have to build within ourselves, Barbara. As a valedictorian, you know your have a lot of smarts! Now we have to work on your self perception of your outer beauty. To me you are beautiful; hope you can see yourself that way too. (But let's not give age any more thought, okay?) Love, Carolyn

Daver Austin

Date: 11/11/2010 7:00:00 AM

You nailed it! These shrinks are no damn good. Take it from me, us old folks are pretty smart or we wouldn't be around. As for looks - beauty is only skin deep. Your poetry tells me are BEAUTIFUL! Love, Dave

Michael J. Falotico

Date: 11/11/2010 5:59:00 AM

Beauty is inside and radiates on the outside...No age limit...Just beauty...Love Michael

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 11/11/2010 5:24:00 AM

The getting old is a mental feeling even though one is quite healthy in body. Nice expression of self-esteem

Nette Onclaud

Date: 11/11/2010 12:42:00 AM

ooh, of course.. there's only ONE you.. enjoyed this graceful offering! warmest, nette

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 11/11/2010 12:33:00 AM

That is a BIG something...a mother's love. There are those in the world without it. And that is a pity. Are you 90 yet? At 90, my grandmother said for the first time in her life, "Dane, I am GETTING old." Getting old! Not old, yet. And she still dyed her hair and primped. She was an inspiration. (But I like gray...every gray hair in my head = wisdom!...just a thought.) What do shrinks know, anyway? LOL Be ye kind...to yourself. Lovingly, Dane Ann