oh, what a gal was quickie!

11.16.2005

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:

Blogger Jaya said...

oh i know what you mean. stupid horomones, when will they go away?

5:37 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

m'fashnek. Like, mmm, cookies.

2:14 AM

 
Blogger Dark Link said...

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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