Nothing is permanent. And everything good goes away eventually. Right? That's life. That's the deal.
As I write this, I'm having a little bit of trouble breathing. It's like I have a perpetual cold. But it wasn't always like this — the reason it's like this now is that I feel bad about my face.
The other day I was walking down 6th Ave towards Bryant Park and there were two men in very sleek suits behind me. I'd glanced at them while we paused to wait for a light to change.
A recent conversation: Maggie: Do you think people are either attractive or unattractive? Kate: My mother was on the phone last night, saying, "You have to stop putting yourself down. You sound ridiculous."