So it just wasn't in my house. Anywhere, I looked like I knew about the toilet.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which is a pity because this week the National Association of Beholders wrote to tell me that I've got a face like a rucksack full of dented bells.

I was distracted, thinking about what she'd said, until she got to this last part. "Sherman?" I said.

She nodded. "That's John and Craig's friend. He's visiting from Shreveport."

"Sherman from Shreveport?" I said. "This is the guy you're determined I go out with?"

"You can't judge a book by its cover!" she snapped. When I slid my eyes toward Forbidden, she grabbed it up, shoving it back under the bed. "You know what I mean. Sherman might be very nice.

for once, you believed in yourself. you believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

Believe in yourself up here and it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine.