Can I say something a bit personal? I’m not comfortable in my own skin. I’m a five-foot-nine, 115 lb. male with lanky proportions. My arms swing sometimes, knocking my boney hands and my fingers into walls. I’m like Jack Skellington in the flesh (per se). My face is long like a Munch painting. I have more forehead than face. My nose is a sight: an elongated beak that evenly splits my bad side from my worse side. Speaking of birds, have I pointed out that my general frame is akin to that of a flamingo? I’m all ankle, shin and neck; a stick man come to life — coconut shaped head included.
Don’t Worry About Having a “Summer Bod”
