You Go, Girls…


Girls and I hit midtown this morning.

Feeling perky.

Missed my annual mammogram in October so I am 9 months tardy to the party and I am now ready to enter the smash pit.

Always hopeful yet apprehensive.

The worst part is sitting in the judgement waiting room in a too small Frette bathrobe with a group of women who collectively project the deep seeded anguish of the females in The Handmaid’s Tale.

Here’s hoping the girls are alright.

 

 

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