rachel gets a massage.
I had a Groupon, and I finally went to use it, since my back has been killing me and I got off of work at 12:30. But it became, kind of an existential problem for me, if that's the right word for it.
A massage is kind of a medical thing, in that the therapist I got was wearing scrubs, and was heralding the benefits of massage, and saying how insurance companies should pay for it. But it felt different from being at the doctor's, because the whole time I was thinking, Does she think I am fat? Does she notice the Dalmatian bruises I have all over my legs? Does she think I am ugly? I thought this last one as I turned my face toward her, and had my eyes covered, and she was standing directly over me. Of course she is staring at my double chin.
"I'm working out." I wanted to say, "I'm trying to lose weight," I wanted to defend myself. "I haven't eaten a single pastry all day," I thought. I had to convince myself that she loved her job, and loved massaging chubby people like me, so I said, "Do you love being a massage therapist?"
"Oh yes," she said, like I think she says to all the chubby people. I tried to think that massaging skinny people would be like trying to pet Celisse's bony dog. It is weird paying someone to touch you.
I kept her talking, so she would have to like me as a person, and in the end she showed me some good exercises for my wrists, since she thinks I'm getting carpal tunnel, which I never thought would happen to me.
I loved every minute, really.
It's nice to work only one job. I'm loving Fall break, on a whole. I'm excited to be half done with the semester, even though I am regretting the end of my education, piece by piece. I am looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas and the New Year. God is so good to me. Every day.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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2 comments:
There is no way she could think you're ugly. You're too beautiful to be ugly.
My mom wants me to a get a massage because my back is jacked up too. I think i'd just give me more stress to have someone putting their hands on me.
Well, it is a strange sensation, because you have your eyes closed the whole time. You think, "of course this girl thinks I'm ugly," because you can't see her facial expressions.
But thank you for the compliment. :)
You should totally do it, though, just to see what you think. It's kind of like a chiropractor appointment. And you don't even have to take your underwear off. So that's a plus.
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