Dear Legs and Stomach,
six-two-five-three
What is wrong with you? I am constantly putting you under the sun and you just seem to repel its rays. You just cannot get tan. You are so pale it’s embarrassing to take you anywhere! Honestly, you’re acting like it’s February right now. Why can’t you be more like my shoulders? They tan so fast! Get your act together before it’s too late.
Sincerely,
The Rest of Me
