Is it the safety they feel in numbers? The fear of being alone? Not that it matters, I'm alone and am myself, and that's all that matters. My name Amelia Pianto. I am of Italian decent from my mother's side, and am considered beautiful; people say what lovely long and straight dark red hair I have, how tall – six feet - and curvy I am, how big my boobs are, D cups by the way, my thin waist, wide hips, long luscious legs, and perfectly sculptured face. All this did was make me feel like I didn't belong. No one looked remotely like me and if they did they used products to do so, there's no one like me. I'm all natural. I'm not ashamed of who I am, and I never have been, for