I slathered on the fancy stuff.
The good lotion. The kind I have to shake first.
The one that smells like money, honey, and a hint of hope.
I moisturized my legs, elbows, neck, and even that weird patch behind my knee that feels like crepe paper now.
I know it’s TMI - I moisturized my vulva, thank you very much.
Because me…
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