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I have a face. Everyone has one. Sometimes I disgust it, other times me likee...
But whatever is the face, so is the person. Looks always give you away. Hate, love, resentment... All that.
I have a room. Everyone has one. Sometimes it overwhelms me. Other times it's fine. I even love it. There's a  Kurt Cobain poster often willing to drop, but yes, it's my room.
I happen to have nice legs. I don't look after them. They follow me around:)
I pet my elder cat's son. He's cool. He loves me. I know. Not because I saved him from a confined place, he does, love me. I just know.
Not the face, nor the legs, or the room... He just loves me.