Chubby Minus One

Day 3: The mirror gave me two round cheeks again. I gargle-gurgled salt water and walked into the kitchen. As my mom handed me my ice pack, she told me one of the cheeks was closer to its original size. Fo real? Back to the mirror. This time, sure enough, I saw a slightly deflated cheek.

Yesterday I started reading "Holes" by Louis Sachar. I love the blatant jokes that act like effective jabs in one's gut conscious. What does that mean? I'm not sure. I just know what I enjoy. Younger reader books work for me right now. I'm going into the children's literature field after I graduate. I'd like to do an in-depth study on a particular author or trend. You know, with some genres or styles of writing, the reading is exhaustive. I never feel this way with youth stuffs--though, in my opinion, just because someone writes a book for children or young adults does not disqualify the intelligible information in the books. In some ways I find picture books deeper and more diverting than older reader novels.

Tomorrow I may finally leave my house and do something. Regardless of how self-conscious I feel about my appearance, it may be exactly what some random doctor would prescribe. As I type, I'm force-smiling to work my muscles.

P.S.--Thank you Taylor Swift for my slight appreciation for country music. I'm a fan.

Tip #13: Retrace the steps to your childhood retreat. Even if you have to walk through your mind. Find the swimming hole, snocone stand, treehouse, fort and play!