Imagine a girl sobbing to her grandma.
That would be me you might be seeing.
A girl who feels fat and that there is nothing she can do about it but she isn't fat at all. This she does not know.
Like every Garden, you must nurture it to your full capabilities, for it must grow by the hand of your love. Not nurturing it can have dangerous effects.
This girl sobbing to her grandma, goes up to her room. She proclaimed herself a failure and that she must exercise. For she is not fit in the eyes of her own.
She gets back to her mom and dad and then she begins to exercise. For this makes Her Garden feel good, but she doesn't know when to stop.
Shopping.
Picking out clothes for some is seen as a pleasurable thing. Getting knew and fancy clothes is fun and makes you feel good. But not for me. Trying on the clothes. The girl says to herself,
"Soon these will not fit as snug, and I will make sure of it."
She goes home and is finally starting to accept herself.
This is July for her. Feeling twisted and tortured, but then she feels good again.
