damaged goods

so this is a term that I've used to describe myself lately, untrue in fact maybe, but true in feeling.i feel like damamged goods. i realize that i have lots of work to do on myself, and i have been trying really hard. i also realize it's a continual process, and time and distance helps to gain perspective and heal open wounds, then there is the other part of me....the part that thinks....who would ever want me. The last time I was single i was a free spirit with a rockin bod, and no real baggage. Now i am trying to find my spirit again, rockin bodless, and draggin the baggage down the road. who would want that? who