Am I a pretty girl?
It’s a normal question to ask when you’re in front of the mirror. It’s natural to ask it when you’re 12 or 18. It’s okay to ask it when you’re over 40 or 50.
It’s funny to ask when you don’t get into your jeans anymore because you were overeating. It’s sad to ask after you’ve given birth to a child and you’re not as fit and slim as before.
It’s bitter to ask when you know your husband is f*cking a girl who looks much better than you.
But how is it to ask: “Am I a pretty girl?” when you’re a man of 50 with kids and family and a brilliant career?
