sprite writes
broodings from the burrow

April 18, 2006

posted by soe 6:28 pm

Dear Red Line Girl,

You and I rode the Red Line together yesterday, but you don’t know me. I don’t know you, either. But following you in your short shorts up the Dupont escalator caused me to worry about you.

You have the skinniest legs I have ever seen. Skinnier than super models. Skinnier than professional marathoners. Skinnier than cocaine addicts. Skinnier than some of those starving children in Africa.

As an FYI, you should not be able to see someone’s bones. Not only could I see yours, but I could see where each one widened at the ends.

Perhaps I am hasty. Since I don’t know you, it’s possible you have a grave genetic condition that causes you to have no muscles. Or, in fact, that you are in recovery from an eating disorder that took you nearly to your grave. If that is the case, I apologize and you are clearly working through things without my two cents.

But, RLG, if I’m not wrong, please eat something. Your legs are seriously scary!


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That sounds like it might have been very disturbing. I hope she is getting help!

Comment by amanda 04.18.06 @ 10:56 pm