Sorry for the lack of recent posting. I am amidst graduate school final papers and applying for a summer research fellowship.
My current thought:
I wonder what it means to let go and mourn the idea that youll ever have the body you want.
The mirror has been attacking me a bit lately. I chalked it up to wearing too many layers, but it does bother me.
I dont want it to bother me. I dont want to care.