Anorexia is Beauty is Terror and Fucking Hypocrites are one in the same. They deal with a period in my life where I allowed the views of others to influence me and I went from about 110 pounds, which was perfectly healthy for my 11 year old body down to about 85. I didn't feel pretty. I felt ugly and terrible and it's something that's just terror and beautiful to see how much control you actually have over your body. Then I realized what I was doing. My teacher, oddly enough, helped since I think she suspected I had an eating disorder. She would force me to eat crackers in her class, make me do things that would make me be awake and get hungry. With her indirect help, I've more or less overcome it. I'm not going to say there aren't days where I feel like shit about my body and I want to fall back into my old routine; that's where those two pieces come into play.
Fucking Hypocrites was the original. It's my venting about what I knew I was doing to myself and how I was just allowing it to happen again. Fucking Hypocrites is directed towards myself, trying to make me understand that I was being so stupid, going against what I about what I did to myself and how I always told them never, ever to allow themselves into that stupid spiral.
Anorexia is Beauty is Terror came out very recently. As I still consider myself recovering - those sorts of things never really go away - I read something written my a friend of mine where she wrote, Callie, a friend from like, elementary school, was blonde and an anorexic cheerleader who did cocaine. that sparked it off. It was a teenage romance fic, but wouldn't you think that if someone knew that a friend was anorexic, after a while they'd do something? That spawned me writing from a point of view I very rarely use because I wanted people to understand.
... yeah, didn't mean for it to get that long.
Fucking Hypocrites was the original. It's my venting about what I knew I was doing to myself and how I was just allowing it to happen again. Fucking Hypocrites is directed towards myself, trying to make me understand that I was being so stupid, going against what I about what I did to myself and how I always told them never, ever to allow themselves into that stupid spiral.
Anorexia is Beauty is Terror came out very recently. As I still consider myself recovering - those sorts of things never really go away - I read something written my a friend of mine where she wrote, Callie, a friend from like, elementary school, was blonde and an anorexic cheerleader who did cocaine. that sparked it off. It was a teenage romance fic, but wouldn't you think that if someone knew that a friend was anorexic, after a while they'd do something? That spawned me writing from a point of view I very rarely use because I wanted people to understand.
... yeah, didn't mean for it to get that long.
December 22nd, 2010 at 07:40pm