Here we are at the end of November. Another thanksgiving and another holiday season upon us. It's daunting, exhausting and stressful. But I am grateful. I have successfully gotten my solo project off the ground. It still has some flight to take, but it's beginning, and I'm excited.
i remember when i was in 6th or 7th grade. i was a cheerleader, a cross country runner, just started doing musical theatre, and as any pre teen would be, i was emotionally unstable. i wanted an eating disorder. one of my cheerleading mates had commented on how much heavier i was than the other girl who got thrown up in the air. and it sent me over the edge.
My chest hurts. I feel a pain in my lower left rib cage area. My lower back has had enough. My heart strains and pulses off beat and it feels like a hiccup sometimes. My right foot is larger than my left and has a bunion on it that makes walking in high heels torture and I almost broke my ankle on set yesterday because in order to look like Katy Perry one must wear heels.