Today I have neapolitan boobs: white, pink and brown.
My hair is a salty, curly, sandy mess.
I can’t close my hands all the way because they’re swollen from the heat.
I haven’t worn a bra for a few days.
There’s a thick paste of sunscreen and sand balled up behind my nails.
I had fruit for breakfast, forgot about lunch and I’ll have salad or fish for dinner.
I have new freckles that need naming, and the bracelets wrapped around my arm seem to be multiplying.
When I stand naked in the mirror, it looks like I still have white underwear on.