Hiding Out In Denver
My pants tell me I have eaten too much pizza recently.
This makes me happy.
I like knowing that I can afford to eat. My thighs get a little bigger, my pants get a little tighter, but in the end I feel satisfied. I like knowing that I can eat pizza and not feel the need to get on the treadmill for two hours, throw up, or refuse to eat for the next week.
I saw a comedienne who urged people to celebrate their "flaws," because that's what makes you unique. All things - hair, skin, clothes. I admired Laura because her tattoos, her clothing and her hair all shouted, "I'm different, and I like it." She is who she is, and fuck anyone who doesn't like it.
Sometimes I feel imperfect, and I tell myself I'll eat nothing but rice for the next week. Sometimes I feel unique, and I enjoy that slice of pizza because I want to.
Most of the time, though, I am who I am. Human, flawed, given to bouts of chocomania. And I like it.
This makes me happy.
I like knowing that I can afford to eat. My thighs get a little bigger, my pants get a little tighter, but in the end I feel satisfied. I like knowing that I can eat pizza and not feel the need to get on the treadmill for two hours, throw up, or refuse to eat for the next week.
I saw a comedienne who urged people to celebrate their "flaws," because that's what makes you unique. All things - hair, skin, clothes. I admired Laura because her tattoos, her clothing and her hair all shouted, "I'm different, and I like it." She is who she is, and fuck anyone who doesn't like it.
Sometimes I feel imperfect, and I tell myself I'll eat nothing but rice for the next week. Sometimes I feel unique, and I enjoy that slice of pizza because I want to.
Most of the time, though, I am who I am. Human, flawed, given to bouts of chocomania. And I like it.