Inspired by a post at Aerophant.
I think I’m intelligent, funny, clever, beautiful, and generous. I think I’m anxious, fearful, lonely, and self-absorbed. I think I’m honest and direct, and I think I have ugly legs. I think I care so deeply for my mother and my friends, but do a poor job showing them how much. I think I am easily overwhelmed, I think I take responsibility for my life, the good and the bad. I think I am an exceptional editor, a mediocre cook, and a responsive lover. I think I am undisciplined, unfocused and often unmotivated. I think I have great taste in music. I think I am jealous, diplomatic, and reluctantly reliable. I think I am a terrible mother, I think I am a good mother. I think I have great hair, a beautiful neck, nice ears and fat arms. I think I know very little about the world, and much about life.