Skinny Love: David Bowie

All right, so I'll come right out and say it: This post is going to be completely gratuitous.

You already know that I like David Bowie, and you already know he is skinny, so yes - gratuitous is where it's at.

Gratuitous Bowie-picture eye-porn, no less, and that is hands down the best kind of gratuitous as far as I am concerned.

Forgive me for being unimaginative, it must because I'm content.
I did a very satisfactory water fast today (thanks for the inspiration and motivation goes to Ancora <3), and I'm feeling happy.

I'm feeling light, focused, sane; in control.
The emptiness of my stomach leaves room for me to hear the echo of my thoughts, the light-headedness of hunger grants me the ability to feel grounded.

I very much enjoy that feeling that comes on the evening of a successful fast, when you've gone hungry all day, stomach grumbling, fantasising about food you won't be having - and suddenly it all falls into place, the hunger recedes, the rumbling settles, and you are not craving anymore, just empty.

It's the perfect the state, the ideal status quo, floating like a feather suspended in mid-air right at the center of your physical existence.

Not to get all new age-y on you, however - I promised Bowie pictures galore and so I shall deliver.

I hope you all had a pleasant day, I'll go and try to hold on for a bit to this new-found contentness right now.