Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is
supposed to creep up, unnoticed,
something like maturity. NO, I was being
attacked repeatedly and without warning. In
despair, I gave up my T-shirts.

What could they do to me next?

My poor neck suddenly disappeared faster
than the Thanksgiving turkey it now
resembled. That's why I decided to tell my
story. I can't take on the medical
profession by myself. Women of the world,
wake up and smell the coffee. That really
isn't plastic that those surgeons are using.