Sun exposure, age and genes predispose me to skin cancer, and I’m likely to have a reoccurrence of actinic keratosis. Fortunately, I’m rich and powerful, so I don’t have to worry about healthcare access and affordability.
In a few naked minutes I learned that self-diagnosis is worth exactly what you pay for it.
It took a while for me to get used to posting pictures of myself, but I quickly learned that people will scroll past blocks of text. I’m a writer. I don’t exist if you don’t read me.
Now I don’t mind being an XLG per se. Who cares, right? But I’m 5’2″, menopause weight 140, and if I’m an XLG, what is everybody else?
Soon a girl’s menstruation party will include gift certificates for Botox along with her first tampons. You’re never too young to fear aging.
Age is climbing up on me like kudzu, and I feel like I need a plan for what to do with it.
There weren’t enough hours in the day to process my life story, and it spills over into the dark when my dreams should be power washing my brain.