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Monday, July 6, 2009

I heard that people who talked to themselves are crazy. So if you're talking to your body parts, you must be other-worldy, psychotically delusional

Perhaps it's the slow pace and reluctance for school to begin. Or maybe the humdrum of the hot days rolling by briskly without a sigh.

Today as I cleaned and straightened my clothes drawer, I came upon a long-sleeved shirt. Nothing special. Only a frill around the bottom and the "Old Navy" logo on it. And it was baby blue, my old favorite color. Yet suddenly a wave of emotions washed over. Not nostalgic or anything like it. It was a peaceful emotion. A refreshing feeling, like I was seeing something interesting for the first time. I guess the closest analogy I think of is like... I don't know... seeing a smiling newborn. I never felt this, especially when looking at a raggety old shirt that was way too small for me. But it's an emotion I'll tuck away and examine again when I'm feeling depressed.

So along the theme of clothes, comes the story about my shorts. I was oddly ecstatic about taking a shower today. I usually consider showers and other necessities, like sleeping and eating, mindless routine work that I wished I could get away with in an instant. But today I was happy because I would be able to wear my new white cotton long-shorts for the first time. Hurrah! I'm one of those people who gets the most excited about trivial things. As I was pulling on those shorts, I looked at myself in the mirror, something I rarely do, and that was all it took to drain out all the happiness and turn that smile upside down. Cuz there was undeniably a layer of wobbliness growing around my stomach. It wasn't large (yet). But oh you know how that stuff grows.

"Go away, stupid fat. I just got new clothes," I whimpered. Then I quickly put on my other clothes and ran out of the bathroom.

So my pigout adventure this summer has come to an end. Perhaps it has something to do with all the reading on vampires and werewolves, who ate their prey voraciously. The only person I can see being happy about this would be my father, glad that his daughter would not wear any tight or slightly cut-off, midriff-showing tops for a few weeks.

Fortunately, there are no more anecdotes of the day relating to any other articles of clothing. But I will start anew beginning tomorrow with more jogging, badminton, and biking (YES PEOPLE, I LEARNED THIS SUMMER HOW TO RIDE A BIKE!! AND I'M ACTUALLY NOT TOO SHABBY AT IT! Guess I do have some Davis blood in me after all.).


xoxo,
A

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