Murphy's Law:
Feeling icky because of IBS and whatnot, I think oh boy I better go to the drugstore. I put on ratty ass jeans and some ugly workout hoodie. My hair still wet from the shower, I shove it into a messy bun. No makeup. Off I go- whatever, right?
In the drugstore, with enema and exlax in hand, I see this girl walking towards me and think "woah, skinny...omg, it's C!" I duck into an aisle- not someone I want to say hi to! Haven't seen her in years, but oh she says "Molly?!"
"Uh, hi C! Wow, it's been a while..." (I'm trying to hide what I'm holding under a bottle of sunscreen...probably not working...Also, I look homeless and here is the prettiest girl I've ever known looking radiant, pretty, and skinny as ever)
"Hi! Still in school? Blah blah...I'm just picking up some stuff before I go to Greece tomorrow!"
"Greece? Are you vacationing, studying?"
"Uhm, (to her credit she acts a little embarrassed about it) I'm modeling there for three months. You know, I was going to do my masters, but it's so competitive. I thought why not..."
I tell her that wow! That's awsome! I always thought she should be a model (is that a stupid thing to say? It's true...I've known her ten years and she's always been 5'10, 105 pounds, and pretty...it's just genetic lottery stuff).
Anyway. We talk for longer than necessary, promise to facebook each other or something. We used to ride together so I offer her to ride my horse when she gets back. Etc.
It's just funny. Here I am feeling sickly fat and bloated, so much that I seek medical help, and wham. Miss Perfect (not only is she modelly pretty, but she used to get like 98% in everything...she talks like a valley girl, but she would bitch if she got less than 90 on a chemistry exam).
I was laughing all the way to my car. Of all the people to run into! I'm actually happy for her and we were good riding buddies years ago. She's a nice girl. Just one of those people who reminds me to never compare myself against others.



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