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Wednesday's Question Of The Day: 

Your Appearance

Hump day? Well, I'll give you something to ponder.

Yes, it's time for Wednesday's Question Of The Day.

Each Wednesday, a new question to give you the opportunity to do a bit of self-examination.  Think of it as a way of getting to know all about you and a chance to learn a little more about me. 

That's right. You know me; spill that tea! For I am the king of over-sharing!

Oh, and please leave your responses in the comments section. 

Why, think of this as a little blogging kiki!

Okay! Ready, set... 

Here's today's question:

What do you most dislike about your appearance?

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My slight swayback. 

My posture is horrible. Always has been. 

I have a slight swayback which causes my stomach to protrude forward and my chin to fall toward my chest. 

When it matters and I remain super aware, I can fix it... stack it all properly. It feels like I'm a marionette with a string attached to the top of my head - in other words, quite unnatural. It worked wonderfully on stage.

When I'm at the prairie, minus a shirt, I suck that tummy in. I knew an actor who walked around like that twenty-four-seven. He reminded me of a cross between John Waters and Ed Wood. He had a little pencil mustache and a very regal bearing. He was also a scandalous alcoholic, but never missed a curtain, never missed a cue. 

We had a dalliance, but I'm so glad we didn't end up together. He had this apartment in a building where F. Scott Fitzgerald once lived. I don't know if I would have been the Zelda to his F. Scott, or the other way around, but am damn glad to have never found out. 

I thought going to a chiropractor might help, but the idea of becoming dependent on that sort of thing made me turn my nose up to the notion. I knew an actress - beautiful, like Artemis, the Greek goddess of archery, but couldn't act her way out of a paper bag - she was addicted to them, swore by them and, in fact, put the notion in my head. But I think of chiropractors like analysts; they get you on the schedule for at least once a week and milk it for all it's worth. No thank you. 

I'd rather just suck it up... or, in, as the case might be. 

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Stand Tall - Burton Cummings