It ain't my cup of meat.
Desires collide; the wish to eat bumping up against the wish to be thin, the desire to indulge conflicting with the injunction to restrain. Small wonder food makes a woman nervous.
It happened this way: I fell in love and then, because the love was ruining everything I cared about, I had to fall out.
Academic achievement was something I'd always sought as a form of reward. Good grades pleased my parents, good grades pleased my teachers; you got them in order to sew up approval.
I'm still prone to periods of isolation, still more fearful of the world out there and more averse to pleasure and risk than I'd like to be; I still direct more energy toward controlling and minimizing appetites than toward indulging them.
Cottage cheese is one of our culture's most visible symbols of self-denial; marketed honestly, it would appear in dairy cases with warning labels: this substance is self-punitive; ingest with caution.
To a drinker the sensation is real and pure and akin to something spiritual: you seek; in the bottle, you find.
The Americans, of course, are quite dotty with hospitality.
Do not be reactive and vengeful and if you look deeply into your anguish, you will see that it is the anguish of our wounded collective soul.
Life always delivers the creative energy you need to change into the new thing you must become.
I probably should get a bit more star-struck but I never do.