E! was on the television at my nail salon. I sat for an hour and watched Dr. 90210 and it got in my head immediately. I’m so sensitive to those images. I kept catching glances of myself in the mirror— small chested, large thighed mutant monster. Maybe I needed plastic surgery.
Walking down the street afterwards, I kept trying to shake the feelings off of my skin. Then, while I waited for a light to turn, a young man walked up to me.
"I hope you’ll forgive me for saying so, but I think you look great today. You have a gorgeous body."
"oh! Thank you. That’s so nice of you to say"
"You look so cute when you laugh, what’s your name?"
He then proceeded to ask me out for coffee, which I politely declined on the grounds of a fantastic boyfriend. He called him a very lucky man and told me to look for him in the neighborhood if things ever change.
Thank you, bold stranger. My springy step has totally returned. Great Karma your way, my friend.