On how ungraceful I was getting off my niece's trampoline "the whale has landed"... Nice, dad. Really ****ing nice.
I saw an obviously anorexic girl in the supermarket a couple of years ago. She walked around the fruit and veg section for twenty minutes picking things up and then quickly putting them down like they were burning her. God, how many of us have spent hours in supermarkets walking around in a daze just trying to psych ourselves up into buying some food, trying to justify whether the lower fat or lower calorie slim-a-soup would keep the weight falling? I wonder if people noticed me when I was doing it, I mean, I must've looked so sad and crazy, shaking in the ****ing soup aisle of all places.
I had my ultrasound last week, the tech stopped talking when she got to my ovaries and then was really nice to me. So I probably have a mass of cysts for them to remove. I know it's iirrational, I know my condition is based on genetics, but I can't help but think that I'm just being punished for abusing my body. I was an idiot and decided that all I cared about was being thin, that I didn't care about my health and now it's come back to bite me in the a**e.