"Fancy"

The story

My name is "Fancy". At least that is the way I used to feel when I was getting ready for a night out on the town with my friends. Now, since this miserable damn virus has invaded my space/body, feeling and looking "fancy" is the least of my concerns. All I feel now is old, used up, useless and ugly. No matter how anyone tries to cheer me up, it doesn't help. No matter what medications I take to so-called help me with my depression, they don't help. And on top of all this, my poor little baby girl died 2 years ago. She was only 3 years old. Why do these horrible things have to happen? I guess God only knows. That's why I pray to him every day to please help me feel "fancy" again. New York City