"anorexia and bulimia have been hurting me badly for nigh on a decade now. as pathetic as it sounds, i am just now beginning to want to get better. if i were to psychoanalyze me, which i have done, believe me, the terms perfectionist, self-injury, borderline personality, severe depression, insomniac, narcotic addict and anorexia nervosa would pretty much cover it. listen. listen to what im saying. we were raised by television, mcdonalds, sleeping beauty, barbie, rockstars, moviestars, and supermodels. they planned our whole lives for us. girls and boys who are sick like me just cant handle waking up. we are terrified to look in the mirror and realize that angelina jolie or kate moss or courtney love or al pacino isnt looking back. all that looks back is some skinny thing with dead eyes. i have patched together a personality and its made out of fictional characters. i do not know who i am. i want to solve my problems in 30 minutes and be a walking commercial for diet coke and camel lights the whole time. i want a laugh track. i want applause. i am perfectly content being a three dimensional paper doll. i am perfectly content to shrink. i always took up too much space anyway.
we all watch the same movies, the same television shows, we all read the same books, listen to the same music, repeat the same boring talk to each other. pretty soon, we will all be thinking the same thoughts at the same time. synchronized. like ants. insectile. sheep. youll be a slave the rest of your life unless you bite the apple."
by supervixen
