Turns out I’m not ugly, I’m just poor
Dispatches from the day face surgery was suggested to me as my best and only option
You’ll have to excuse me here now while I talk about (whispers) LOOKS and other such trivial things. This post, for reference, doesn’t specifically take into account the genocide, multiple wars and myriad atrocities that deeply concern both me and the world, but sometimes – content just needs to content. Take a load off, have some tea, enjoy five minutes of guilt-free reading (with a pinch of salt).
Is there a part of your body or general physicality that keeps you up at night? One which, for no good reason other than aesthetics, you wish you could change? If not, which planet were you raised on? And can someone from there give us earthlings a tutorial on societal perfection, pls and thx.
For me, the ‘I hate my…’ list is quite long. There are parts I find tolerable (hands, lower legs, skin) and some I quite like (feet, hands) but right up at the top of the list of MANY things I would change if I could: My jawline. Sometimes I dream that it was miraculously symmetrical and ‘fixed’, waking up on Cloud 9 only to return to Cloud -40 when I come to my senses and realise I was dreaming.
Random as it might seem, it’s my ‘thing’. The thing I’d change if I could. I might use one of my three genie wishes on it, when that day comes. Because you see: I have what’s known in the spicy and exotic world of orthodontics as a ‘class 3’.