Sirenesque, or perhaps not.

Dear SM:

I have heard that you have suffered from BD. I have been dx'd with PCOS and sometimes I wish I could have the kind of BD where on the outside, everyone still thinks I'm a model. However, mine is a different kind of BD.

I have the kind of BD where the skinny pharmacist laughs nervously and annoyingly as she hands over the Metformin prescription, the allopathic doctor cares way less about my painful cramps than she does about me losing weight, and I read ohpluckthis.

Parents and children have different genetics. I say this, because, except for height,  I think you actually do have things in common with my mother. For one, she has an independent spirit. But sometimes, I wonder if my mom suffered from BD. Even though she was always a practically hairless, youthful looking redhead. And, I think she has no idea what it's like to have PCOS.

Nevertheless, she has always tried to be supportive, relatively.

Time to move onto the music.

Only Happy When It Rains 
Stupid Girl
Push It
Queer