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.

view from a boat

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