She’s not sure she thinks of herself as attractive anymore:
The daily battles had whittled her down so that there was nothing left,
Just a soul-less sack of saggy flesh and brittle bones that would make good compost,
Besides, the only thing she knew for sure about love was that it was transient,
And yet in the five years since she had vowed to never get close to another man,
She’d had three wonderful relationships – each one better than the last,
And leading her closer to the holy grail (but delusions are tricky things),
God give her strength!