week 2: now you :: backstory.

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do you see it? 

i felt it. 

that uncomfortableness, the twisted tweaking of my skeleton. 

the pain: it's always there. 

i want to heal. so badly. 

for about a month now: i cry. i sob. giant boohoo tears. 

i'm so tired of this nagging discomfort. 

some days are good. 

but that's when i've pay'd strict attention 

to what goes into my body.

i cannot even have that sweet treat or yummy snack 

or piece of bread. 

my chai lattes are limited: that's the hardest part. 

what happens next? 

healing. pure and simple. 

being honest with myself. 

not just white-lie honest but cash-register honest. 

i'll see if it leads me back to wholesomeness 

and feeling good again.

i still can look in the mirror and say 

"you're one good-lookin' gal" 

and mean it. 

even with the grimace of pain written all over my face. 

no pun intended: this really is a "back story" for me.

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