Please Don't Hug Me

I am a girl, a woman, a chic but as a frequent flier of the F Bomb some folks might not call me a "lady".  I like necklaces, purses, bathing suites that tie behind the neck and bras.

Recently, I was out for a fun night with my mom and a close family friend.  I looked WAY cute, I had my new retro necklace on (retro because it came from my mom's vintage collection) and my pretty little yellow purse (the kind that barely fits a credit card).  Well let me tell you, I WILL NEVER MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN!!!!  The pain shot from my biceps up to my neck, across my shoulders and right there in the museum the tears came uncontrollably.  Of course I excused myself, but it was this night that I knew  my life was indeed different and that I needed to make some changes, SO...... No more necklaces (for now), no more purses ( I am thinking of designing cute fanny packs), the bras went long ago (don't worry, I did not go hippie I wear fitted tank tops) as did the tie behind the neck bathing suite (traditional suits are not much better, but they'll do for now). 

I also learned another valuable lesson.  Hugging is O.U.T.  When people hug me they always (and never intentionally) pat the stupid tumor.  So the next time see me offer me a kiss, a handshake or a high five.

Peace out.  Have a great day! 

xoxo,
Faith