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I took my coffee to the stove and put an arm around his shoulders. It shocked me that it took a small but detectable overcoming of revulsion to touch my own sibling.
Och en fundering över kroppstyper:
Stick figures imagine they inspire envy, when in fact they excite dislike. Incredibly, the self-starved never appear capable of taking any pleasure in the very vessel for which they've sacrificed. So get this: despite the correlation of emaciation with smugness, they seem always to wish they were even thinner.
Lastly, the well and truly fat. I think we long ago put to rest their reputation for jollity. Misery, more like it. Melancholy, perhaps. Helplessness. Self-indulgence and self-deceit. Defensiveness. Resignation to the present; fatalism about the future. Self-hatred and self-reproach. Shyness. Self-pity, albeit richly deserved; a persecution complex, although ought it be called a "complex" when you're genuinely persecuted?
Fler smakbitar finns hos Mari. Ha en himla trevlig söndag!