DANCING DIVORCEE: Am I pretty?
The divorce was a rejection of who I am and I had to find a way to convince myself that I was / am attractive
I got my divorce in my mid-thirties. It was a bizarre time. I was old enough to have one, two or three children (I didn’t) and then slowly, gradually let myself into the promised midlife crisis. Instead, I was looking at the mirror and replaying the angst of a college student, “Am I pretty? Am I pretty enough?".