It was an awkward day. There's just no easy way to carry on a conversation with a complete stranger when you're naked, and they have a camera in their hands.
But, it's good to know if my skin is plotting against me. It's good to chart unwanted changes in my moles that morph with malignant qualities. Yes, I guess, sometimes it's good to be photographed in the nude.
So, I put up with the pointless, "where are you from," and "what did you do in college," questions that dried up in the air like stale white bread while I tried to focus on how-exactly-I should speak as the lens focused on the entirety of my epidermis. Yes, I did it--for my family, and for my future with them--I had my moles "mapped." Bravo.
ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
If it makes you feel better, I go to my COUSIN to do the mapping. I feel so weird when I see him now, especially since he told me he has a photographic memory.
ReplyDeletegood job mel
ReplyDeletehere's to a safe future