I am running. I am running in front of a wall of windows. The windows are a barrier between me and the pool. I see brown lifeguards toss their blonde hair, adjust their sunglasses. Their are bodies everywhere, on display. Thin, coveted bodies gracefully diving into blue water. Huge bodies, nightmares, waddle to their sunning chairs.
Real thinspo and reverse thinspo
Its all real. Its reality.
Yesterday, Brad asked me, "What are you running from?" And I didn't know what to say.
My life is greatly lacking in organization right now. I find myself continually frustrated at everyone and everything. I feel like I've been engrossed in a novel, frantically reading, and all of a sudden the novel is completely blank. Empty page after empty page. Where do I go from here? There is no familiar pattern, no consistancy. I turn the page. Blank. Blank again. Then, a page with half a sentance. Blank. Blank. One reading, "Just give up, already!" But I can't. Blank. Blank. Blank.
It's so true.. There's real thinspo and reverse thinspo everywhere. In the street, at the mall, in the shops.. At the gym. You're doing great, keep it up :)
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