Your car has a service history. Your body has “I feel fine.” Alexa, play “Diamonds” by Rihanna. You have showered. Moisturised. Applied shimmer oil to the collarbones, perfume to the neck and enough glitter to make a disco ball question its relevance. Your skin is glowing. Your outfit is coordinated. Even your ankles look financially stable. But when was your last health check? Ah. The room has gone quiet. My dear reader, you cannot maintain the showroom and indefinitely postpone checking what is happening under the bonnet. I am all for looking after the outside. I, too, appreciate skin that catches the light when you turn dramatically to leave a room. I mean, I practically drink my skincare: hibiscus tea, cloves, cinnamon, ginger shots, carrot juice; have you seen my glow without me emptying an entire bottle of Aveeno Daily Moisturizing Oil onto myself? Those are drinks I enjoy, by the way. Please do not turn my beverage preferences into a medical prescription. Beneath that beautiful exterior is a heart, a liver, kidneys, blood vessels and an entire internal operation keeping you alive while you debate whether champagne shimmer suits your undertone. The glitter gets the compliments. The gold does the work. Your car has a doctor. Do you? You know when your car needs an oil change. You know…
