Today I did it, Betty.

Took off all my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror.

All the women's talk shows talk about it, but even when I was trying to be an actress, I never found my body all that appealing. And then, as the years passed, and Roy stopped touching me, I kept turning away from the mirror myself as if I were a terrible car accident.

But do you know what? I am not that bad. I am not that bad. Everything is lower and softer. A little larger. The only thing that truly upset me? The stretch marks from when I had Charlie.