The Misadventures of an Enthusiast of Love

I'm on a mission to experience love,
not just romantic love as most people
would expect, but to find love of myself,
love of others, love of the divine, and
last of all, love of a man. I figure I'll
begin with love of myself because as
the old saying goes, "You can't love
someone else until you love yourself."

Here I go again on my own...

Text I’m unhappy because I eat, and I eat because I’m unhappy.

Since my mom has been in the hospital, all I have eaten is food that is terrible for me (chicken pot pie, french fries, cookies, etc.). I was eating so healthy previous to this unexpected tragedy because I’m on a mission to take better care of myself in every way, including physically. Then, disaster strikes, and I eat like I have a tape worm. Unfortunately, there is no tape worm, so my waistline is expaning and so is my fanny.

I’ve acknowledged the trend, so today, a granola bar, veggie fajitas and salad it is. Food is like my drug, but I’m getting a grip and eating only to nourish myself. I’m going to quit being a glutton so that I can be a sexy bitch that can fit into super cute clothes. How else will I fulfill my dream of being an international maneater?