After showering, looking at my face in the mirror, examining how badly my hair needed cutting yet, suddenly got caught by something ... something I'd have to consider too ... but I just couldn't put my finger on.
Something that'd been perhaps, but what exactly again?
And despite the clue being perfectly visible on my forehead all the time, i.e. the scars and the graft there, took me an incredible while to finally get it.
The lumpies! Just like I already had kinda totally forgotten I ever had them!
Only remembering vaguely that there'd always been an additional effort cutting the rest of my hair around them, something I usually had to ask my mate to do.
Well, not anymore. Also not putting my finger on any of them literally, haha!
And you know what? Body fascist or not, no remorse. Not at all.