I like US magazine. I picked up on it in grad school - pizza, US, and Britcom - total vegetation on Friday nights.

Anyway, all the people in there are pretty. As Shawen points out, I compare myself to them, all of our imperfections, an egotistical narcissistic indulgence of mine (do I have it right Shawen?).

At the pool today I was sizing myself up in the smaller suit I dug out. I am not a pillar of physical perfection, but I am happier and more content than some of those rich pretty folks. Just because you have a nice body and 300 facebook friends doesn't mean you are happy and get to have hot sex.