I ask myself this question everytime I start a new story.
You see, I get fed-up with society's opinion that one is worthy of love only when one is perfect.
We don't all have perky breasts. Nor long shapely legs that go to our waists. Or bedroom eyes that tempt a man. For some of us, take off our glass and we have to squint to see the man in our beds. Thank God for the power of touch.
Nature does not create us all perfect.
Then there are the effects of pregnancy or accidents or three too many donuts. In life, our bodies get abused either by outside influences or by our own bad habits. But does that deem us unworthy of love?
Do we feel a closer connection to heroines with a flaw or two? Or do we want them beautiful, toned and tanned? How perfect do you like your heroines?