I'm not saying this will be you but there is nothing quite as pathetic as a "tramp stamp" on some fifty-year-old, morbidly obese, toothless woman who smells like urine and fish sticks and is sucking on an oxygen mask for all she is worth during one of her many ED visits for complications of COPD. I bet when she had her brief flowering of trailer-park beauty, as transient as the blossoming of the tundra blossoms, she had no idea that she was someday going to be a 600 pound leviathan, dependent on CPAP to keep her breathing at night, and crapping the bed because she's too tired and deconditioned to get to the bathroom.
When, twenty-five years ago, she was running around with her ne'er-do-well boyfriend Cletis who worked down at the anodizing plant, looking hot in her Daisy Dukes, I bet she never thought it would end like this.
Think about it.