Here's me on day 3...
Here's my story. I traveled to Bali to teach Yoga to a bunch of executives from E! After I got my $3 million for the guest appearance during which I was worshipped and offered my own gig I went for a dip in the warm pool right off my bedroom. Here I am meditating in gratitude for my great fortune.
Because I was buzzed from morning margaritas, I fell in by this lotus flower and a leech attached to my collarbone. I'm home now and for the life of me I can't get it off.
I will likely have a 'large, ropey' scar left from this round of skin cancer surgery since women make thicker more keloid scars on their trunks. What the hell!?!? Later I will have steroids injected into the scar to settle it down. Does that make you squirm? It does me.
I have to have more surgery on my face. That cute round bandaid in picture 1 is from a biopsy that came back positive for more deep skin cancer. Hopefully, THIS IS IT. And I can move on to the plastic surgery to repair the scars on my forehead. I will look fabulous from the eyebrows up. It's something.
All this said. I am feeling very rebellious now. Looking for a respectable, ethical, moral and legal way to live out loud. So yesterday I was at home alone - which NEVER happens and I cranked up the tunes and danced around my house like I was 25 again winning a dance contest which DID happen (unlike the Bali fantasy). Chicken. I was alone. Next I need an audience.
In the spirit of living in the moment and being a little crazy - I was thinking about getting my belly button pierced. I have done away with the tattoo idea (too much commitment involved). What's rebellious to you and would you do it?