I have this thing about my jowels.
I am deeply concerned about them.
They just keep creeping further and further down my jaw-line.
I think they are going to soon make me look like a basset hound, and I am still in my twenties.
They seem to grow exponentially worse with each child.
Soon they could hang on the ground, and that would be catastrophic.
I know what Elder Holland says about women and surgery and physical appearance, but I think I may need to go under the knife one day just to stop myself from tripping over them.
It's sad, really.
I feel concerned.