Just this Tuesday, I went to the dentist for my bi-annual check-up where my sister and I would be inspected for anything dangerous or disgusting and what not. We entered and underwent or normal cleaning procedures involving deep dental scrapping and fluoride rinsing. Towards the end of the session, I was informed of a possible cavity. The main dentist poked around in my mouth a bit and confirmed the dreaded news. Though small and posing potentially no harm if treated with upmost care, I still feel somewhat violated, impure. Then, on Thursday, I received a letter from the York Public Health regarding our dental screening previously suggesting I had some professional cleaning to aid my teeth. This was a wake-up call for me to not only stop forgetting to brush in the morning but to keep my body intact. All of it.
I tend to bruise easily, often getting deep scrapes and gashes from the softest of falls. Like just recently, I fell in gym class and got this nasty scrape across my bare knees. At first it stung a bit but I just left it. Come home that day, my mother is all up in my grill asking how I got it, questioning my sanity as if she thought I wanted to get hurt. When asked to put on some Polysporin, I simply agreed, no immediate urge to act upon her wishes.
Similar scenarios have taken place over the years. I get hurt and I don’t care about getting better. This must come to a stop for my body is a gift from my parents which should never be abused. I have for too long poisoned this precious catalyst with my unorthodox ways. No longer shall I simply allow a fall or not apply proper lotion or not shower properly for I will not stand for these child-like acts. I’m no longer a kid. Like a caterpillar, a have hatched from my cocoon and become a butterfly. I am mature. I am a man.
As stated above, applying lotion after I shower is not considered one of my strengths. Even showering thoroughly I have struggled with over the years. Only recently have I been applying enough soap to cleanse myself. Ever since the demon puberty has attacked, I fart more often, emitting a smell of sheer destruction upon my beloved family and peers. The pimples are a never ending puzzle of growing and disappearing I am yet to conquer. Once a beautiful face (still am the best looking) has now been tarnished with basically invincible objects for the slight squeeze of such a danger causes a minefield of more to grow in its grave of icky nastiness.
Lotion is now more of a priority for they seem to be a cure for these monstrous diseases that flood the upper most parts of my sexy man body. Down below, lotion smooths my skin, making me that more a magnet for all. I have also grown accustomed to the soothing feel of deodorant under the gloomy pits of my arms. Yes, I have a long way to go but I am getting there. Soon, falls will merely be rare occurrences that my body will never have heard of. Pimples a mere myth they share amongst themselves. My smelly butt and other parts are utterly repulsive that come with puberty smelling of nice fragrances like Old Spice. Alas, my teeth will no longer be tainted by the memory of this tiny little cavity. I am a man, mature and strong. My body shall reflect my manly values of forever cleanness and a better life.
Angelous.