I listen to Lyle Lovett on the bus and wear unfashionable pants to work if comfort wins for the day. I wear unstylish shoes because they’re better for walking. I don’t hide my arms when I go to bed or brush my teeth before I leave if we’re meeting for dinner. I’m funny again. I go to see things and do things I want to do. I take a class or stay home and work on something for myself and no one thinks it’s selfish. I get grumpy and say so, feel silly and say so, make stupid comments and snicker conspirationally. I’m smart again, tall again, and these days no one takes the time to tell me different.
Posted by allison at October 8, 2004 05:47 PM