I benefit from the Mr. Potato Head syndrome. Put a wig and a nose and glasses on me, and I disappear.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My grandchildren just know me now as Mr. Potato Head.
I have a kind of neutrality, physically, which has helped me. I have a face that can be made to look a lot better - or a lot worse.
They would glue the wig to the front of my forehead, and after a while it would give me a headache.
I would like to be able to disappear whenever I do something dorky.
I make sure the foods I eat will benefit the appearance of my hair, skin and nails.
I love the fact that, one time, my face was on the back of a cereal box - probably 3-CPO's - and it was a mask where you cut out the eye holes and put a string through the side. It makes me feel like I'm 11 years old all over again.
I have that glass-half-empty syndrome, and it takes a great deal of effort to climb out of the hole of darkness that I choose to live in mentally.
Yet I've discovered that how I look is not a function of anything as ephemeral as my hair.
If I have one thing perfect, it's my eyebrows. And my feet. I love my feet. They're like Japanese feet. The rest I would like to hide. Especially my freckles. I feel ridiculous.
I can't disguise myself with a wig and dark glasses - the wheelchair gives me away.