My heart is breaking.
I think ahead to an hour from now
When the day is in full swing,
I’m trying not to feel this way, but everything I want to do seems further away from me.
I want to eat less and exercise more because that is what the media says will be my ticket through the door of good health and good karma.
Eat less, exercise more has been my mantra since elementary school. It was easier to accomplish when I snorted “whites” in the bathroom before sitting in class to learn about Mesopotamia.
How could I care about other civilizations when the size of my jeans was the most important thing?
A good day is measured by how little I manage to eat.
I need to stop trying to starve because it only compells me to feed.
I restricted food for years and years till I got angry and in a fit of tears I felt the pendulum swing to the other extreme.
I want to care about something beyond how much or how little I eat but I don’t know how.
No matter how sublime my philosophy, it all boils down to
“to eat or not to eat.”
How can this be?