There’s an image in my mind of who I’d like to be. There’s an idea of how I’d like to feel about myself. The picture is a simple one. I want to be the sort of girl who can run few kilometres without a problem, and then go home and change into a dress with tights and boots. I want to be able to wear jeans and a t-shirt and have it look simple – not like I’m hiding.
I want to think. I want to write. I want to read.
What if any of this happened?
I’m not sure.