sometimes I feel guilt welling up in my head like a migraine, pounding on my sides trying to get through to me, and try as I might to resist, I feel the tiniest bit evil simply for being white.
1. I am pleasantly sleepy and only vaguely sad that the weekend is shortly coming to a close
2. Leftovers from said weekend: a joint, a bottle of white wine, and five cans of bud light
I ran two miles today.
I know it’s an itty-bitty accomplishment, but for me it’s important. It’s important that I know if I want to change my body, I can. With enough discipline and motivation, I can work and change my body without taking little capsules in the morning that burn a ton of calories, burn a hole in my stomach, and spark my anxiety and insomnia.
I can do this on my own, thank you.