regrets
Summer is well underway. I have finished the competitive rowing season since I am not going to be in the country for the Royal Canadian Henley. So lots of time has been spent in the sun. And it has been rather hot, hence shorts and skirts and dare i say a couple dresses?!?!
But today as I peek down at my legs the regret comes flying up out of nowhere. Perfectly highlighted in white along tanned legs is "fat pig". Runs straight down the shin. Relief that nobody can see my thighs in the skirt where thigns got artistic
It is sad and such. I regret the stuff I have done before. And yet at the same while I feel myself tugged back into the depths of destruction. My new theme on life is that nothing is ever stable. When I finally feel comfortable to open up to my therapist I am leaving and having to start anew again. It all seems so surreal.
The regret hangs like early morning fog on the river. The moon calls me to the night. The few rays of light leave me pondering...where to from here?
But today as I peek down at my legs the regret comes flying up out of nowhere. Perfectly highlighted in white along tanned legs is "fat pig". Runs straight down the shin. Relief that nobody can see my thighs in the skirt where thigns got artistic
It is sad and such. I regret the stuff I have done before. And yet at the same while I feel myself tugged back into the depths of destruction. My new theme on life is that nothing is ever stable. When I finally feel comfortable to open up to my therapist I am leaving and having to start anew again. It all seems so surreal.
The regret hangs like early morning fog on the river. The moon calls me to the night. The few rays of light leave me pondering...where to from here?