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.