I told ya, Christina baby...I'm just a prayer away.

I think I've gotten the hair blunder straightened out. It wasn't my fault you know - my cleaning lady shouldn't have been nosing around near my altars. The flesh should never trifle with the things of the spirit.

As far as your face baby girl, I have my theory, but you won't like it. The universe may be teaching you a lesson, my love. As the layers of your life are pulled back and exposed, your outer shell will begin to reflect your inner self. In your case, this could get really ugly.

Have you ever noticed the light that just seems to eminate from my face? That is glow from the fire of the divine. How about the anticipation you feel as I warm up to smile? It's a slow process when I move those facial muscles and expose my toothy grin. It's a treat for all who experience it because it means the goddess in me is pleased. And my big bosom? That is an external symbol of all of the milk of human kindness and nurturing that I am filled with, defined by, and known for. My thick legs? They represent my strength in standing firm in my own personal truth. You can no more move me from my position of truth than you could push over two mighty oak trees. (damn...I'm good!)

You can do what Rhonda does...try to fight it with Botox. I wouldn't recommend that because it's pricey and you are still poor. You'll have to do the work to be a better person. If you don't, this will only get worse. Look at Allison. Look at Jill. They stopped doing the work. Do you want to look like them?

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