I’m afraid of what will happen to my body. Not just my face; that’s another problem, but there are creams for that. No, I’m worried about my whole body. It’s so unfair that one day, no matter how hard you work, your metabolism slows down and everything falls apart. You end up like my Aunt with her fad diets and her rolls of fat that are still supposedly left over from the birth of her third child—ten years ago. Or you end up like my grandma: hunched over, shaky, muscles so deteriorated that she can barely stand without help. Women like me, women with my blood and my genes, ruined.
Went to the Pop Up Book Fair at Empty Bottle yesterday. Lots of fun. Bought some books. Talked to some nice people. I <3 literary events.