There are these days that for no particular reason I'm thinner than I should be. You know what I mean? Sometimes they follow a stomach virus, a serendipitous streak of regularity, dehydration, the de-bloated days following my monthly visit, and sometimes they just happen out of the blue. I've done nothing to deserve them--but all of a sudden my tummy is a little flatter, my ass is a little higher. It's like the gods are reaching from the heavens and hitting me with the hottie stick.

I've confirmed that this phenomenon exists with some of my friends. None of us know why or when it's going to happen, but we all know that those days are a little pick-me-up in the ebb & flow that is our body image.

These are the days that I go shopping, which is probably not the best idea come to think of it, but heck, the joy of fitting into those sexy pencil skirts and tight fitting sweaters is a pure joy. I go out on the town. I feel hot, for no other reason than that I've decided that I'm hot, and now is the time to go out and show the world (or the Lower East Side, in my case) that I am one sexy mofo. And finally, I'm inspired by my pseudo-svelteness to be more careful about my food and exercise habits, as I want to feel this good every day.

In reality, I probably don't look much thinner, but I feel thinner and for some reason in this crazy world, I have been conditioned to feel better about myself on those days, and I do. I'm not going to lie. I like myself the way I am, but I like myself even more when I can actually see that there's a rib cage in existence in my body. It's a battle, not a war, and it's constant. But I think it's constant for everyone, so I don't feel bad about it. But yeah, when my dehydrated, post-period, unconstipated self fits into my skinny jeans, man, my self-esteem skyrockets. I'll take these moments of egomania from whence they come and enjoy every single minute of it.  

I just had one of those days, and it was awesome. But now I'm off to re-bloat myself with water and high-fiber foods that will take up space in my body and fill up my clothes, but are real and necessary and not worth giving up. I guess we see where my priorities lie.