vanity

I look pregnant. This body has made six humans. This belly has been inflated and collapsed and inflated and collapsed, and so on. What should it look like?

What if we just all decided that we’d let ourselves get old without trying to snail-trail-Dragon’s-Blood-Complex-10 Step-Korean-Skincare our way out of it?

“Okay, we have these new bell bottoms with a red tank top, jelly bean leggings, or the purple dress,” I say.

Back in the day, b*tches traded seashells with each other and