Left foot. Right foot. Walk down the street. I look in a window as I walk, my reflection appearing to me. I see the blue of my jacket, the black of my pants. My feet stop moving and i take a longer look at myself. I should keep walking, my legs, while muscular, look as though they could turn too fat any moment. Maybe I will go to the park and play a game of football with the guys. I should call them up. And then tonight I can just call Suzzy and we can have our date walking in the park along the river. Sounds fun. But first I should start walkin' again.
Unhealthy
Left foot. Right foot. Walk down the street. I look in the mirror and have to stop. Look at that lovely creature in the window. Oh wait, what's that? It's me! Yeah it is. Look at the way my jacket hugs me. These few pounds look good on me. Maybe I should just stop walking, get a few more, look better. My fat is sexy. So what if I'm single, I can love myself. I don't need anybody, I can just lay in bed all day and watch reality TV, eating ice cream by the carton-full. I might even just call up everybody I know and tear them new one's, so I can be left alone. Those jerks deserve it! And then I can just relax alone. Mmmmm... love reflections.
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