I was watching a rerun of America's Next Top Model yesterday and the girls had to get their photo taken in ball gowns... IN A POOL. And the water in the pool was freezing cold and the girls were shivering and one girl almost got hypothermia and the pictures actually turned out really pretty, despite the cold.
Stay with me.
My life right now is kind of like this particular episode of America's Next Top Model. I'm in a pool, you guys. A metaphorical pool. And this metaphorical pool is full of metaphorical ice cold water. And for a meta moment, I am drowning. We all know I literally can't swim, but I try it anyway. I've been trying to swim in frigid water for awhile now. But I need to stop before I get metaphorical hypothermia/have a very real breakdown. I have limits. I need to realize and accept that fact.
And it helps that I have support in getting out of the water. It really helps.
There comes a point when I need to be okay with any decision that I feel is right even if I have no support, but for now this support is my life saver.
Speaking of Life Savers, do you think models allow themselves to eat Life Savers? Probably. They probably survive on coffee, cigarettes, Life Savers, and eight balls.
Speaking of eight balls, anyone wanna go to Ozz sometime? You know, that pool hall down in Provo. They now serve disgusting looking food.
Speaking of food, it's an issue.
Speaking of issues, I'm proud of this week's issue of The V.
Speaking of Vs, every woman should get hers checked out every year.
Speaking of years, where have they all gone?
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you should be proud of the v, its a good one
I remember falling in love with this poem in 7th grade. It was as if someone finally understood...
Not Waving but Drowning
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
~Stevie Smith
Jennifer, that is a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing.
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