I grew up in the South and have remained a very family-oriented woman. In fact, in Native American verse I am "woman who walks with children". My goal is to leave behind something of myself so that the kids in my life can know me...truely know me one day when they become interested. This is my blog about my feelings, my beliefs, and hopefully, my character. "Good Friends pray for you, real friends hold the flashlight while you search for your sanity."~ mama shey.
Sunday, June 16, 2019
Persephone's sister -the unnamed
She is hideous. Her insides have slowly bled and seeped to inhabit her physical traits. She is ugly beyond measure. A disfigured alien face that could have only evolved from ignorance. A body in the shape of a blob. A soupy gross figure that grew out of greed. A soulless stupid disposable thing that can't be considered female. Unlovable and unloved. Unwanted by men, made fun of by women. She is paying for her sins through her physical molting. Karma will keep her crying and alone. Death will not have her. She cannot be hit hard enough to enjoy touch. She cannot be cut deep enough to bleed. No mirror will stand her. No reasonable life will tolerate her. She is worthless. No kindness can be found in her heart, no empathy exists in her fingertips. She is bitter and lonely, and those things have consumed her. She is a reflection of trash and roadkill. She is a waste. She is nothing. She brings bile to men's throats and causes children to stare. She is a walking self inflicted scar.
Labels:
anorexia,
BDD,
body dysmorphia,
cutting,
depression,
self hate,
self loathing
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