I just watched a video that made me feel like a hunk of beef. It's not everyday that you end up feeling like that...
I watched Boyanka Angelova's 2008 routine and literally felt like I was a human gone wrong. I mean, if humans have the ability to move like her, then something must be wrong with the rest of us who can't! It must be a deficiency disease... Flexilacktoesis (see if you can figure that one out).
I watched her move, utterly mesmerized by the way she carried herself (and that ball!) with the ease of a person wading through a baby's paddle-pool. As much as I felt elated by the grace and beauty of her routine, I also felt downright terrible for myself. Ugh... self pity is such a tedious thing. I literally felt like a great big hunk of beef with fat globules squelching at my sides and oil dripping down my meaty flesh. Ew. I just disgusted myself.
Of course, things aren't nearly as bad as we perceive them to be. I suppose my feeling of beefiness at this point will just vanish after a dose of reassurance and self-confidence. Thus, we have the vicious cycle of self-pity and... well... something less than self-pity.
Here's the video... the frying pan of my beefiness:
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