self image
for the most part, my looks don't change. my weight varies by 3 pounds at the most. sometimes i get zits. sometimes my hair is greasy. sometimes i wear tight jeans. but the "pretty" days don't really coincide to when i feel best about myself. why is it that my value of my appearance changes so violently? i'll look in the mirror and think, goddamn; two days later, i want to see some one completely different. nor do these changes go along with my mood. today, i called all the people i promised i would (my grandparents, my mom, jess), and don't have a lot of work, but for some reason, i got so freaked out about myself that i went to the gym. the gym. me. at the gym. last week, i have never looked so good in an oversized sweatshirt with my hair pulled back. most annoyingly, why is it that sometimes eating a cookie makes it all better and sometimes makes it all worse?

3 Comments:
oh i know what you mean. stupid horomones, when will they go away?
5:37 PM
m'fashnek. Like, mmm, cookies.
2:14 AM
i'm supposed to tell you that you're invited to emma and sam's birthday party over thanksgiving under the assumption that you won't be as ugly as you seem.
8:44 PM
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