I’m not the most coordinated person, and that’s kind of an important quality in someone wielding a sharp object. Lots of times it looks like a slaughterhouse when I get out of the shower. There’s usually a trail of blood leading to the box of band-aids.
It doesn’t help that I have Italian hair and Irish skin. Every single hair and blemish is visible. So my legs are covered in either hair or scabs at all times. It’s not pretty. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. I should just wait until the hair is long enough to knit into some pants. I could even dye it different colors.
It’s either that or I just cover my legs in band-aids to begin with. I would save myself a lot of time and pain that way. And at least band-aids are somewhat neutral-colored. They would go with a lot. Or maybe I could convince my doctor to give me a cast. Then I’d have an excuse for not shaving and I would have built-in entertainment for the children when they want to color. It’s a win-win for everyone. You can never be too safe.
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