Dead Sara, You are something. I see you have been wrestling in the ring by yourself and I want you to know, don’t quit because its only the beginning of your greatest fight. I know you feel insecure and trust me, that’s a daily work, even at thirty. I know you have created lists, charts and graphs that equate social acceptance, but that too is a fallacy. Sweetheart, turns out there is no pleasing them, so put down your works.