thirsty

when she was 22 and bone-dry from bar-tending, lulu gave into the commodity of a beautiful face. she modeled briefly until she realized that there is no room emptier than a room filled with models. at first she tried to connect with the other girls, but soon gave up after reaching the conclusion that the majority of them fed their minds even less than their malnourished bodies. she would take refuge in steinbeck in between shoots and try to brush off the empty conversations that were swirling around her, sticking to her skin like cheap fabric. all she felt at the end of the day was a hunger that no amount of food could replace. she started gaining weight and got her old job back. as much as she hated the bar, she found the company of alcoholics much more desirable than that of anorexics and figured she was more at home among people struggling with excess rather than deprivation.