As a mom of three, it's not that I don't notice my flaws; it's just that they don't matter.
Besides, my middle kid loves that flap of skin. Once, on my way to the gym, she mournfully asked me if I was going to lose it. I told her I was pretty sure it wasn't going anywhere. "Good," she replied. "Because it is the pluffiest part of your body and I like it."
"What is the most beautiful thing about you?" I ask my daughters.
"My cute little teeth."
"Who is the most beautiful woman you have met?" I ask.
"You!" they chime in chorus.
"What do you think makes me so beautiful?" I ask.
My oldest daughter looks puzzled. My youngest daughter says, "Your toes! They are so cute!"
And my witty middle daughter hits on it, "You are beautiful because I love you. Obviously."
She has found the answer: Instead of worrying about the way I look, I surround myself with people who love me. That way, I will never look less than phenomenal.