Such a Pretty Face

I’m on Twitter! My screen name is the carlasosenko. (Original, yes?)

If you’re on Twitter, too, please follow me! And I’d love to be a follower of yours!  Cool? Cool!

Thank you all so much for the interest and support since my essay “What the Guys I Date Don’t Know” (originally published in the June issue of Marie Claire) popped up on the AOL home page. Now that you’re here, I’d love for you to check out some of my other essays. I’ve stuck a bunch of my favorites in a handy little category called Faves (brilliant, no?). It’s right over there! Look! ——————————————————>

xo c.

Got a lovely e-mail from an old high school friend I haven’t seen in years who saw the essay on AOL. In his message he said he always wondered what it was I was dealing with, and that perfectly sums up what can be so hard about living with K-T. I’m definitely NOT suggesting it’s harder or less hard than having, say…an amputated leg or a hair-lip or [fill in the blank], it’s just different. (And by the way, message to certain AOL commenters: Nobody ever wins the game “You Think THAT’S Bad….” so let’s cut it out, huh? Why can’t we all just be compassionate and rad?! Misery one-upping doesn’t seem fun.)

I’m not always sure what people make of me (and I wish I could say who cares, but…give me time!). It’s sort of head-trippy to think that people are looking at you and wondering what’s wrong. Wondering is not necessarily the same as judging, but it can feel that way. One of the things I struggle with is people looking and simply not knowing what it is, not being able to put a name to what I’ve got. Not sure why labels are so important….

Anyway, what do you guys think?

Many of you have sent your e-mail addresses to me and I promise I’m going to try to respond. I’m really touched and flattered that so many of you have shared your stories—it’s just been a very whirlwindy few days!!! xo carla.