Grab a thong from the drawer. Not that one. Too frilly, too invasive. Jeans, pants, or leggings? Leggings. Can’t do yoga in jeans. Exhale. Raise your butt an inch off the ground. Squeeze all your muscles. Especially the glutes. Press down into your left foot. Squeeze the thighs. Lift your right left. Keep your thigh…
I probably could have done a lot more, she thought to herself as she continued to do nothing.
Do more with your life or with your night, she questioned herself.
That is a great question, she replied as she scratched behind her right earlobe with the edge of her nail.
No one wants to be fucked up. No one actually wants to be the cute, little girl capable of making grown men cry; making insecure women develop eating disorders, drug problems, or killing themselves; or making decisions based purely from a twist void where a heart thought capable of functioning sat. No one wants to…