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Body image and its affects
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Body image and its affects
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When I met her, I was at a 7-11 buying a chocolate bar because I had been driving all night and I needed to snack on something to keep myself awake. It was cold and she walked in with her long, frizzy brown hair speckled with snow and her bright blue eyes open wide like windows to a clear sky. She didn’t bother looking at me but instead dug around through the chips. I watched her, fascinated. A single question burned through me. “Sir? Your change?” I glanced to the cashier behind me, who looked tired and uninterested. Feeling bad for making him wait (even for a few seconds), I grabbed the change and apologized to him. “It’s cool,” I heard him say. I slowly pulled the chocolate off the counter, my eyes still fixed on the girl. She looked up at me and smiled, glancing around awkwardly and looking back to me and waving. Feeling embarrassed, I turned my gaze back to the ground, not so quickly that anybody would know I was staring but just fast enough to avoid the girl. I realized how weird I probably looked standing there so I went outside, feeling a blast of freezing air hit me like a thousand pins and needles being driven into my skin. But even through the glass door, I couldn’t stop staring at her. I was amazed. How could she- “Hey, dude. What’s up?” I blinked and glanced around the store. She was gone. I turned around and I found myself locked onto those blue eyes. I backed into the wall and stammered, “Oh, h-hi.” She grinned. “Chill. I won’t shank you or anything, I swear. I saw you staring at me. It was really creepy.” She shoved a Dorito into her mouth. “Oh, um, sorry for creeping you out. It was unintentional. It’s just that I wanted to ask you something...” Still chewing, she nodded. I took a breath “How are you not cold?”... ... middle of paper ... ...e, a grown man sitting in your truck holding a chocolate bar and staring at strange coatless girls in the convenience store. You smell like an apple tree and you look like you haven’t cut your hair in, like, forever. And you have sad eyes. Like you’re always worrying about shit. But it’s weirdly endearing and makes you look less like a child molester so I guess I like that. But yeah, you look sad and well...kind of pitiful. So I chose you for the word.” “Wow.” I sat back in my seat and rubbed my eyes. “Okay. That’s kind of...cool in a strangely rude way.” And then I smiled. “So, if you want to take pictures of random things and sit in my truck, might I ask which word I can associate to your image?” She laughed and held out her hand. “Violet. You can call me Violet. And what are you called by your peers, hobo man?” “Dan,” I said, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Are you who I think you’re?” I regained my thoughts and stopped what I was about to do. I gently turned around and a stream of sweat rolled down my face. This man was studying my face extremely closely, too close for comfort. “You're the one who saved that guy from drowning in this exact river” I froze, not knowing how to respond.
It was a sunny day with a sweet aroma of blooming tulips. The sunlight glittered on their faces as the breeze rattled the chestnut tree above. There was an occasional giggle as they talked, but there was also a hint of discomfort and awkwardness between them as they peeked at each other’s face and recoiled when the other looked up. When the bell rang twice, I saw them say goodbye and walk away from each other. In the darkness of the crowd, a glimmer flashed into my eyes from Hannah’s cheeks.
"I... found out all about you like I know your parents and sister are gone somewheres and I know where and how long they’re going to be gone, and I know who you were with last night..."
I went out in the afternoon to do a few errands. In the middle of my errands I got hungry and was passing by my house so I stopped in to eat a snack. I had half of a giant chocolate chip cookie paired with some coconut
“Hey, you!” said a voice far down in the hallway. “So you’re the new girl, huh?”
“I caught a gleam from the whites of her eyes and heard the soft slapping of her bare feet. She was wearing nothing but a yellow skirt of plaited
“I don’t get it. Why did you have to give me a pet name in the first place? What’s the point?”
As soon as they picked me up, we headed right to Hershey. On the way, we talked about the rides and what we were going to do. We were arguing about what was going to be our first ride that day. It took about half an hour, but we made
And she looked at me. No, not at me. It was like. . .like when you're driving over a familiar stretch of road and you know it so well that you just stare straight ahead and almost forget you're driving. It was like she knew me. It was like she was me. And then she turned down the cookie aisle and was gone.
bar and had a drink, and I soon got drunk. I can't really remember it
...like in my dreams, “Bravo.” She said with a sly smirk on her face. “Bravo?
Without seeing her, I knew what she was doing. I knew that she was sitting in front of the mirror again, seeing my back, which had had time to reach the depths of the mirror and be caught by her look, which had also had just enough time to reach the depths and return--before the hand had time to start the second turn--until her lips were anointed now with crimson, from the first turn of her hand in front of the mirror. I saw, opposite me, the smooth wall, which was like another blind mirror in which I couldn't see her sitting behind me, but could imagine her where she probably was, as if a mirror had been hung in place of the wall. "I see you," I told her. And on the wall I saw what was as if she had raised her eyes and had seen me with my back turned toward her from the chair, in the depths of the mirror, my face turned toward the wall.
Her hands were pretty, with fingers that were plump as her cheeks, and as pale as them. Her nails were delicately trimmed and her polish of choice, light green, made them look like dew dripping from branches. She didn’t move her hands to talk. I did.
I finally arrive at the cabin, in amazement; something this beautiful sits so far back in the woods. After admiring the cabins for several minutes, I walk up to the door and gave it a light knock. The door opens and to my surprise, a beautiful brown hair, blue eyed girl was there to greet me. Her hair glistens in the sun, like fresh silk. Staring into her magnificent blues eyes, reminded me of the ocean. Smiling as she told me to come in, I entered the cabin.
My friend and I were sitting on the wall in front of Jimmy Johns and talking when our friend, Mary, ran up to us.