The gravity of the situation

There’s only one place that I would love to move to. You see, I’m getting up in years, and I’ve figured out the detriment of all people who are aging . This planet is bringing us down, literally. Gravity is the enemy, and so, my dreams have been taking place on the International Space Station . I would have loved to have been stranded there, like those 2 astronauts, recently were. With no gravity to weigh me down,my boobs would look twenty again instead of nearly 60. My neck would look like less of a turkey waddle and more like that of swan. Getting older is, as Bette Davis has said, no place for sissies, after all. It’s bad enough that I’m paralyzed down my left side since I turned 50,but now to have to watch myself get taken down by gravity is just not fair. Since women of my age and older are ignored on earth, I think that we should have a space station of  our very own where we wouldn’t have to watch ourselves sagging into the ground inch by inch until we die and become particles in space. We’d just go there early and of our own free will.