remember when?


there was a particularly excellent episode of saved by the bell where the kids go to a party and drink beer. the next morning they have these hangovers that are the most overacted, ridiculous things.

genius. i remembered it today and was thinking "how ridiculous! they would never be that hungover...absurd try at dissuading America's youth from the 'bad' things".

but hilarious nonetheless.

but then i thought: to a healthy 16 year old body that (theoretically) has never had one once of toxin in it, recovering from a night of drinking must feel like death. i have a hazy recollection of drinking a little bit of red wine at a family party when i was nine or ten. i recall having an absolute splitting headache and being dizzy a couple hours later and my grandmother telling me i'm an idiot. nice on, grandma. i cant remember clearly though how awful it felt. it must have been incredible. the first headache. worse than any others because of how foreign it must have been

anyways. i think that too was one of my first headaches. i've been thinking about my psychological wellness in regards to my body and how it affects me day to day and i have to say, it really fluctuates too much. but the question is do i feel badly because i look bad or do i see myself as fat or having bad skin or whatever because i feel badly.

who can know!?