Finding pleasure in the oridnary is anything but.
It feels good to run in the park, feel your face with no makeup, no products in your hair, no tight clothes, no miracle pills in your system. It feels good to simply comb your hair before you leave home, no fixidents, no taping here and there on your body, no obsessing. Soap and water and nothing more. To come home and simply do homework; to eat a meal of frozen vegetables and chicken with a glass of milk; to feel your feet in sneakers as you tap out the beat of a seventies record your father is playing in the kitchen. To go to work and actually do your job. To lie down in bed, unhampered by a million gossipy phone calls or scenes with sweaty men in good clothes.
Sometimes all I need to feel fantastic is an ordinary day.
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