' "She hadn't shaved her legs."
"How did you feel about that?"
"I was faintly repulsed," he admitted. (Shreve, 2005, p.17).
'If a woman had a man every day in her bed, Agnes wondered, was she then able to sop worrying about an extra pound or two?' (Shreve, 2005, p.90).
'At some point, one simply had to stop caring about how one looked,' (Shreve, 2005, p.132).
I wish I was made out of plasticine. Then I'd roll myself out, long and very very thin. I'd stretch my stubby fingers into elegant manicured hands, I'd narrow my neck and my ankles, I'd scrape huge great chunks off my bottom, I'd pull of all my brown wiry hair and make myself a new long blond hairstyle … (Wilson, 1998, p.14).
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.