Four Eyes

In the aftermath, self, trace the calendar with your memory, mark off the days. January, you were miserable. No need to sweeten this for you; you have too many cavities already. Unseen, unreachable. Worst year in a string of worst years.


Hell is Nostalgic

Trigger warning: This post contains an extensive discussion of bulimia and anorexia. 


Trigger warning: This post contains an extensive discussion of stalking and brief references to unwanted sexual attention.


Trigger warning: The following post contains moderate references to eating disorders, self-harm, and depression. skin hot and heavy tear you off scratch my face until it bleeds half moons tattooed into my back why am i still sick PLEASE DON'T LET THIS HURT ANYMORE we watch diet culture consume live breathe eat stuff faces stop... Continue Reading →

Road Trip

Tires on the road, you are regressing, self, to the self you were before you woke. Nerves taut in your body, nerves snapping. All your atoms, every cell in your brain, pretending death in hopes of safety.

I’m Not Through The Night.

Trigger Warning: Mention of Eating Disorders. The other night, I was listening to Pandora Radio and a song came up that caught my attention. Courage by Superchick. If you read my last post, you will know that music means a lot to me. Songs, especially ones with powerful messages, just resonate with me so much and they often express how I feel when I don’t know what to say. This particular song deals with eating disorders and self-image. While I do not personally struggle with these things, I feel for all those who do. Even so, the words struck a chord in my heart. I often listen to songs without really listening to the messages they are declaring, but I am glad I listened to this one. The message is the one that we are saying: you are not alone...

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