Never Quite There

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A woman that is never happy with her look...

Submitted: September 01, 2018

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“Never Quite There”

 

She looked over

her sugar-free

Jell-O-Cup

at a full length

mirror

on the wall

across from her

one that she can’t

help but see

as she sits

eating

at her dinning

room table

she stands up

for a minute

checks her profile

in the mirror

pulls up her

shirt

and does a

slow turn

her eyes

analyzing

her reflection

she sucks in

her stomach

stretching her skin

against her frame

making it so

you’d be able

to count all

her ribs

without much

difficulty

but even so

she’s still not

happy with what

she sees

she tucks her

shirt

back into her

jeans

even inside of

her home

she never wears

loose clothing

she likes everything

so tight

it’s like a second

skin,

she grabs the

half eaten

45 calorie

Jell-O-Cup

dumps it’s

contents

into the sink

and throws the

now empty

plastic cup

into the bin

for recyclable

plastics

then starts

going through

her refrigerator

tossing out

anything that

she deems

as having too

high

a calorie count,

she walks into

her bedroom

comes back out

only wearing a

sports bra

and a tight

pair of terry

cloth shorts

pulls open a

kitchen drawer

and grabs one

of the five rolls

of Saran wrap

contained there

and starts to

tightly pull

the plastic wrap

around her

mid-section

after getting it

nice and secure

she picks up

her universal remote

turns on the

television set

then hits play

on her DVR

recorder

a fast paced

exercise program

fills the screen

with a military

looking type guy

barking out

orders

she falls into

line

with the rest

of the cadets

on the screen

running in place

then dropping to

the floor

doing sit-ups

till it hurts

cycling through

a long list of

routines

only to get

to the end

of the drills

just to hit

repeat

and start them

all over again,

she keeps up

this cadence

till her body

finally just

refuses to go

any further

her sweat

dripping on to

the kitchen floor

as she pulls

the plastic wrap

from her very

well defined

torso

looking from her

waist

to the mirror

then back to

her waist

again

as the last

square foot

of Saran wrap

gives up it’s

hold

of her skin,

she wads up

the sweaty

plastic wrap

into a ball

before tossing it

into the trash

but then she

thinks better

of it

and takes it

out of the

trash

and puts it

in her plastics

recyclable bin

grabs a dish

towel

and drops it

on the floor

using her bare

foot

to push it

around

and soak up

any sweat

left behind,

as she reaches

down

to pick the

dish towel

back up

when she

takes

an interest

in the calf

of her right

leg

clinching

it’s muscle

as she runs

her hand

up and down

it

a couple of

times

somewhat satisfied

with its tone

and definition

she picks up

the dish towel

and flings it

into a small

laundry basket

hanging from on

top of a door

one room away

bringing a smile

to her face

at making the

difficult shot

a smile

which she is

hoping to build

on

as she takes

a long clinical

look

at herself

again

in the mirror,

her body

not quite

at that perfect

plateau yet

that she is

striving for

still not realizing

in her mind

she will always

be

one work out

routine away

from that body

and the unreachable

goal

she is chasing

after…

 

Tom Allen…08-29-2018…

 


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