Or to be more accurate, the two mosquito bites I have. Sorry to get graphic, but this has important literary implications, I promise you. Yes, I have a body that is not very with the times of appreciating curves. I'm about as flat-chested as a twelve-year old and it gets a little tiresome. Dresses never seem to fit me and when trying them on with others I always have to turn them down because -- this is my euphemism -- "I can't really fill out the front." For example, today I had to go bra shopping for college (with my mother -- one of those humiliating errands, particularly when your mother, thanks to having two children, is plenty well-developed). One bra I tried on just would not stay down -- it kept rising up -- and I suddenly realized it was because I, for lack of a better way to describe it, had little or nothing to actually "hook" the thing and keep it down. So much for that bra. I often think I would do very well in an era different from my own, and especially in either the 20's or the 60's. In the 20's it was fashionable to appear flat-chested and sort of stick-man shaped the way I am. In the 60's, people were burning their bras and going without them, and hey, I'm all over that -- I barely need one anyway. When you're designing characters, do you find yourself designing ones that look like you? I find most my female characters are gawky and angular the way I am. Is it possible to associate with a person whose skin you don't feel comfortable walking around in? In this "luscious" age of ours, my body type is not particularly appealing, I fear.