looks

Sure, I have thoughts on the Brexit. I don't think we should have ever been given the vote. I, for one, have never studied politics (LIKE TRUMP!) and we're not good at voting. We'll keep Honey G in the X Factor but we want the French out.
The beautiful belly that rolls over your jeans is beautiful. The gorgeous scar tissue that has stretched in order for your perfect yet unperfect child to be alive. To be breathing. To be laughing. Is beautiful. The slightly droopy eye that you try to cover with eyeliner is beautiful.
I have also been mistaken for a prostitute while travelling alone. Five times. All at locations I haven't needed my passport to get to. Once was at Corley services on the M6. Another was in Wales. My headshot doesn't give much away, so if you want to know what a Welsh prostitute looks like, you'll have to Google Image me.
It would be easy for me to say that I wish I had a smaller nose, no lines on my face, and a thinner torso. But if I had all those things, would my life be suddenly improved? No. Because those things don't define me. They don't affect the way I live.
As she bounds onto the stage, Shappi Khorsandi immediately exudes a warmth and charisma that's forever present during her show.
So yes, if you see me, feel free to gaze upon me with wonder. That is my gift to the world. But remember there is a human connected to this magnificent set of teeth and thrilling hair. A very, very good looking human being.