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the distance between what is and what will never be
Now that I'm not working, I have many hours I spend alone in the house, or fundamentally alone (when my mother is upstairs asleep, in the midnight hours, I am alone). The thing I like about this is that I've grown fond of wandering around the house clad only in a tank top and underpants.
I think it's helping my body image issues. And, well, it's just fun. Freeing.
I'll still be able to sit around scantily clad when I'm back at school, but only in my little room. Which lacks something. Part of the appeal is having the entire house to roam. I feel almost intangible. A ghost.
My mother bought me a $15 dollar rug from Pier One. Very kind of her. My weakness for soft fuzzy pillows will be the death of me. There was a lovely striped velvet one in all the colors I like best. I think I may buy it, if I can justify it to myself. I am justifying a lot of things, lately.
I think it's helping my body image issues. And, well, it's just fun. Freeing.
I'll still be able to sit around scantily clad when I'm back at school, but only in my little room. Which lacks something. Part of the appeal is having the entire house to roam. I feel almost intangible. A ghost.
My mother bought me a $15 dollar rug from Pier One. Very kind of her. My weakness for soft fuzzy pillows will be the death of me. There was a lovely striped velvet one in all the colors I like best. I think I may buy it, if I can justify it to myself. I am justifying a lot of things, lately.