The Summer I Turned Ugly

Oh you all know that ain’t true. I am extremely beautiful, especially on the inside. So beautiful. This has been the summer of doctors. Or medical professionals. I use that term loosely. Somehow the nurse practitioner has become a thing. A thing I have no interest in. I get cost cutting. And stuffing patients into a practice. But don’t try to sell it for more than it is. I’m not playing. There are all kinds of medical people doing necessary jobs but just don’t try to sub-out the main white coat. Not that docs even wear those anymore. I was about to go clubbing with my last man. He was lookin goooooood. Anyway, my ugly summer. The porcelain dolls. The dermo chicks who have never seen the sun. Who use umbrellas to walk to the car or their skin will decompose. They are gorgeous and all the dermos have them. I know because I’ve shopped around to find a leather face and it ain’t out there. And who wants to go into that specialty if they don’t worship themselves. I unfortunately (or fortunately??) have worshipped the sun for my life. Yes, my life. I didn’t even know what sunscreen was, and I’m guessing neither did my parents. Or it cost money that we don’t have. So here I am in my summer of excavation. Funcy word. Dig out this. Dig out that. The porcelain dolls are tsk tsking under their masks (only to extenuate their beautiful eyes and forehead) and are judging me. A lot. As well they should. Or should they?? In spite of the holes they are digging I’d do it all over again. The swimming, the boating, the fishing, the Menty H as the young uns are saying. Look it up Boomlennials. The sun has been the greatest feel good thing in my life. Ok, maybe number two. I should feel regret, but I don’t. Not crazy about the holes I have going, but they will heal. (Thats my story and I’m sticking to it.). I suppose if I hit that point of no return I’ll feel differently, but for now I can sit outside, feel the sun on my back, and know there’s probably a hole waiting to happen. And rejoice in the fact that the bottom of my feet are like a porcelain doll.

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