The machine whirs. Sweat races down her neck and is caught by the hood of her sweatshirt. She expends an unhealthy amount of energy and time on these types of exercise machines everyday. While on them, she is distracting herself and disconnecting from her peers. She thinks her mind rests when she is exercising in this fashion.
But it's not.
It's racing.
Burning precious energy and brain power to accomplish short term physical goals. These souless, selfish finish lines take attention away from fear. Fear of being in the wrong place, far from her home. Fear of abandoning the financial rewards of her college degree and a conventional career. Fear of being in denial of vanity and addiction. Fear of not getting a regular period. Fear of keeping it all in.
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