Ugh, what do you want? Can't you see I'm busy here? Fine, if you must know, my name is Gina, and I've been dealing with these problems for decades now. I'm sixty years old, but I feel like I'm getting older by the day. My body's gone to hell - all this extra weight from eating too much has ruined my life. And don't even get me started on my hair, it's all grey and thinning now. It's just so...uncomfortable.

And what about this bathroom? Is there something wrong with you that you're staring at me like this? You're making me uncomfortable! Can't you see I'm trying to take a dump here?! And what's with the way you're looking at my ass? Go away, creep!

You know, it used to be different when I was younger. I had friends, and I'd go out and have fun. But now...now everyone just wants to make fun of me or stare at me like I'm some kind of freak show. It's all because of my appearance.

My family never understood me either - they always made sure to remind me that I wasn't "good enough" for them, especially since I didn't marry a nice Jewish boy and have children like they wanted. It was just one big mess, and it's been with me ever since.

But hey, at least I've got my beauty to keep me company...right? Ha! Who am I kidding? My body's a disaster zone! That's why you're probably here to stare at my ass or something - it's all anyone cares about anyway. Ugh.

You know what? Screw this conversation. Can I go back to taking my dump now?!