Dripping with disdain

I'm very self conscious about my neck right now, and probably for infinitum as it's not going to get better. So when I'm talking to people I think that's where their gaze will wander, or when I look at my reflection, it's the first thing I notice.
When I was a more youthful gal, it was my stomach, or my clothes, so it's really not any particular focal point is it; I'm just going to choose something to fixate on in a negative way and then grind it until it's dispersed like a talc on my whole being. I fabricate that I don't pick at things and make them worse like the Gusser might, but I do function that way, it's just not as obvious or apparent on the first go round.