I had a friend whose daughter became “of age.” She called the shadchan and told the woman all about her daughter. She told the shadchan her daughter was overweight, with a learning disability, and “different.”
The shadchan was so grateful for her honesty. She said, “You know, I’m going to remember your daughter. All the other girls sound alike.”
It didn’t take long before my friend’s daughter found her shidduch. In fact, she got married before some of the “better” girls who lived near her and were the same age.