I went grocery shopping by myself tonight, and it was good to be alone.
I bought a box of Nature’s Valley organic toaster pastries. I stood there staring at the box, and they reminded me of when I was first married, when Andy worked at Costco and we had an Executive membership, and we’d always buy a case of black beans, a bag of frozen burritos, and a huge box of the same kind of organic poptarts, strawberry and blueberry.
Those were the days when I was sick but on the road to getting better. When I knew in my head that eating one microwaved burrito all day was not healthy, but I was high on that glorious feeling of control that I couldn’t let go of.
When I hear people quote Kate Moss saying, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”, I get sad. Because that kind of skinny doesn’t always feel good. That kind of skinny is only meaningful for a short period of time.
That kind of skinny doesn’t bring lasting love, or fulfillment, or all the things that make a woman feel alive and beautiful. And it is hardly ever enough.
Unpacking the groceries, I open the box and the foil pack. I pour a big glass of our beloved farm milk. It’s been a long day. And I know, for a fact, that there are things that taste better than a certain kind of skinny feels.
“Hey babe, want a pop tart?”
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