I have several contradictions that make up my being. Here goes.
I write about my life on a public platform, share it with the whole world (aka Facebook) to see, check my stats like a heroine addict trying to get high off a spike in pageviews, cry into my chevron duvet when nobody comments and yet I don't want anyone (new) I meet in real life to know it exists.
I feel like a 10 year old, I look like a 16 year old (and my skin is acting like one lately), I'm actually a 24 year old and I keep finding gray hairs like a 40 year old.
I say I want to have Shakira's bod and yet I eat things like bacon maple funnel cakes.
I went 30 days without carbs among other unhealthy things (TWICE) and now I can't go 24 hours.
I'm a feminist and I go and write posts like this (and I did make that curtain rod my bitch, thank you very much).
I say I'm going to go HAM on running and I'm sitting on my computer blogging instead.
I crave dairy more than most other food groups and it makes my stomach explode.
I have lyrics, artists and song titles to millions (I don't even know if I'm exaggerating) of songs memorized and yet I can't remember how to drive to a location I just came from.
I won't spend 99 cents on an iPhone app but I will spend hundreds of dollars at Target on any given day.
I bare my soul on the internet but talking to strangers gives me anxiety.
I wrote this article the other day.