Dialogue is Welcome

There is a man who reads and then writes to me. He mentions things like "self-respect" and wonders why I can be "so proud" of my exploits. I responded and thanked him for his concern. I also attached a pic from a recent photo session I did. I told him this might further his enjoyment of the writing. He answered politely and asked if I worried about "never being loved". I admitted this does not concern me. Not yet, anyway. This is something, he says, he cannot understand. And how do I feel when I look in the mirror each morning? Do my cheeks not flush with embarrassment...?

I looked this morning. There was nothing. I didn't expect there to be. This is my choice. And I repeat: This is my choice.