Forget the woman with the perfect hourglass figure, her perfectly sculpted legs gracefully carrying her bouncing breasts as they compliment her impossibly flat stomach. Don't even think about the way her honey blond curls frame her gorgeous face and always fall perfectly around her inquisitive blue eyes and full pink lips. Forget beauty, forget her, forget perfection.I have discovered a better...

We were in the backyard, and it was almost eleven. I suggested a game. The childish game that children play when we don't want to feel like children, when we want to be oh so daring.I hated being in the jacuzzi. Fat. Fat. Fat. Stomach. Hips. Thighs. Not to mention the scars that have only become more conspicuous come winter."You can't wear long sleeves forever.""Yes I can," I lied, knowing full...

When I first saw you, I thought you were an RC at the camp. That was such a great camp. I can't wait to go back. You were taller than average, and frankly, you were so ugly I was frightened by your apprearance. You weren't an RC, though, you were just another camper, a TIPster. We didn't talk much. We said hey now and then, right? I can't even remember you. All I remember was Jon, and myself, and...

Who are you, Catherine? I know you. I knew you. Everything about you, and yet, what happened?Thank God we spell our names differently. I would hate to have ANYTHING in common with you.I just miss you. We weren't really so different. Only by a letter and a few months. Katherine. Catherine. Remember the time when we were still in middle school and we realized you would turn sixteen before I would?...

Baby brother, when did you grow up? We're not that far apart, only two years, but I swear you're still little. Can you speak, can you walk? Yes! And when? How? Where was I when this happened? I was consumed with not consuming. With breaking, hiding, scarring, screaming. I'm so sorry, baby brother. Where was I when you needed me?I was gone.I shouldn't have been gone from you when you needed me. I...

Stop! You expect too much from me! I cannot do it all, and I will not do it for you. I am important, and I will make my own desicions. You are all pulling me in different directions, and I cannot follow you all."Be a dancer!""Be a writer!""Be a mathematician!""Be a good girl!""Be a bad girl!""Eat!""Starve!""Stay intact!""Obey the Serpent!""Stay pure!""Have sex!""Dress modestly!""Show it...

Stupid doctor. Don't you know I wasn't supposed to be told how much I weigh? Just because you didn't give an exact number doesn't mean I don't know what "You're not gaining," means. As if I don't remember my weight better than my own birthday. Eight pounds too much. Twenty pounds too few. Whichever way you look at it, I'll never be good enough, let alone perfect. Standing on the scale backwards is...

Ever noticed that the word believe has lie right in the middle of it? Don't be insulted by this if you're super religious, these are just the musings of a fourteen-year-old athiest. It's as if people choose to ignore the fact that their beliefs are centered around stories simply to have something to cling to in darkness. It doesn't matter if they're clinging to lies as long as there's something to...

If only I had the freedom to to as I wished and be alone, to feed the Serpent that rests within me until there was no more food left in the universe. To bend and to bow just to fill myself with everything there is, everything I could reach vanishing within me as breath does on a cold day. How lovely to be so heavy, pressed into the earth that claws at my feet with open eyes, to be free of...