When It Hurts

When I was little, I’d constantly forget to eat. I’d run around for hours, exhausting my energy supply, until the minute my hunger pains struck. Like a paper deck of cards, I’d collapse wherever I was, hands on my stomach and a whimper creeping out the sides of my mouth. Later in life, I learned how not to let it get this far, though I still wouldn’t consider myself finely in tune with my body.

This Week I’m :

1) working with a blogger to get her piece ready for publication on Matador. 2) helping a friend craft his successfully pitched query into a full-length article. 3) listening to my roommate swoon over a new girl. 4) tweeting my ass off. 5) in Cancun, beaches! * *more specifically, 45 minutes next to Cancun.