tonight i was sitting in an auditorium full of parents like me, listening to the high school band
(who's rated first in the entire state of Illinois, whoop whoop)
and all i could think about was how awesome my wrist looks....
how there is a deep hallow between where my wrist meets the tiny bone that eventually goes up into my thumb....
about how vein-y my hand is, especially on days that i lift....
and then i looked around me at all these other people.
some were fat, some were normal. one or two were tiny like me.
but i look at them, and i think they are lucky, or it is genetics.
and i became really sad.
can you imagine a moment that wasn't full of thoughts about food?
or not eating food?
or new ways to burn off that food?
i can't.
but i imagine that most people can.
and sometimes, i wish i knew what that felt like.
I have no clue what it's like to not be constantly salivating
ReplyDeleteNor can i imagine a life where food and weight are not constantly "running" my life...
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