This summer I went bare armed for the first time in my adult life and for the first time ever, I don't have a tan line that is just ending near my elbow. The arms are brown all the way up. Now as for my belly and back, they are far too out of shape to show off, so it seemed rather odd this morning as I looked in the mirror to see a stripe of brown running horizontally just above where my jeans are on my back.
When I asked Morton what he thought it was, he answered that it might be cellulite. Then added he didn't know. Now I would have been mad at this comment if it hadn't had been so flipping funny. He was sincere as he said it, then annoyed when I started laughing and pretending to be insulted. He quickly added that all women have cellulite. I was laughing harder now. He walked away wondering what sort of a lunatic he had married, or so I thought that is what he must have been thinking.
Upon closer inspection with the help of my huge mirror on the wall in the hallway, I discovered that it was a tan line. I had been bending over and weeding the mystery flower beds in the back garden the other sunny day. It must have happened then.
This sliver of a line, almost like a crescent moon laying on its side, looked like it could be a hip tattoo on done in henna. But it will fade and the next time in the garden I will remember to pull my shirt down to cover my cellulite and backside.
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