Sure,I could hold my own when alone,but with other women I was average & blended in. Maybe it didn’t help that I became an alcoholic & later a chain smoker. I was always the least in my family & was never noticed. I was overlooked. I tried to be beautiful & stand out. That worked in photos,when I was alone,but with my beautiful sisters I was average,nothing to see. Sure boys like me…I was easy & that was enough for the boys. Some boys compared me to my lovely sisters & most used me. With time…I guess nearing 50 I was fat & handicapped. My looks,if any,was gone. Hell,I’ve been wearing grandma outfits for over 20 years. I never knew I could get so fat & look so bad. I look homeless. I’d fit in great with the bums on the street. At least my hair is brown & I am unwrinkled.