Tag Archives: anorexia

Old Pictures

Old pictures are dangerous. Old pictures show the progression from that April to May to June, getting skinnier and skinnier and skinnier. Old pictures show faces thinning, waistlines receding. Old pictures show baggy jeans with thighs a mile apart, legs … Continue reading

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Body Image

It bothers me that body image gets so much attention when it comes to eating disorders. Almost every ED prevention program that I know of is focused around the theme of “love your body.” Every time eating disorders come up … Continue reading

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Food Problems

Food and I have been spatting again. It’s either that I’m not hungry or I’m tremendously hungry but absolutely nothing sounds good. My mind finds something wrong with every option, unless it’s fruit or coffee. Not that I have that … Continue reading

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Endorphins

Well. It’s been a while. I’ve been all over the board lately. Mostly I think I’ve just been running from myself. And not the good kind of running that gives you endorphins afterwards, like the four mile run I went … Continue reading

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Nervous

I’m getting nervous. When I saw my dietitian a week ago, she told me I was losing weight. Not too much yet, just a bit. I hadn’t been trying to, really. It just kind of happened. I felt like I … Continue reading

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The Metro Rail

The public displays of affection of two lovers on a train. The metro flies on its rail, but the lovers see neither the outside world rushing by through the windows nor their fellow passengers sharing the ride. Their eyes are … Continue reading

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Drop Dead Gorgeous: The Memoir

So. I wrote a memoir. I’m trying to make sense, to make meaning out of this daily fight for my survival. And words are my best weapon. So I’ve taken my weapon and loaded it with the amo of my … Continue reading

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