Tomorrow morning at 8:30 I have the pre-op appointment with the surgeon. This is what I'd like to say to him:
"Please take a good look at my cute, little belly. It's a beautiful belly. No folds of fat. No rippling cellulite. It's such a pretty, little belly. Please look at it. See how pretty it is.
"I'm asking you to go easy on it. Mangle it as little as possible. When you're done, I need to be able to look at it and say, 'Yes, some day a man will want to touch my belly, will want to rub it and say how pretty it is.'
"You need to give me some hope, some hope for the possibility, however remote, that I won't be a freak. Can you do that? Can you do that for me, please?"
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I just took some digital photos of my belly, and they aren't as cute as the real thing, so I'm not going to post them.
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- Perhaps my friend Mark summed me up best when he called me "a mystical grammarian." I am quite a mix--otherworldly, ethereal and in touch with "the beyond," yet prone to being very precise and logical, when need be. Romantic in the big-canvas meaning of the word, I see the world as an adventure, as a love poem, as a realm of beauty and wonder.
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