Thursday, January 21, 2010

a new page

“I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.” – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I’m 24. I seem normal to most people; I’m good at pretending I’m ok. I’ve had years of practice.

That quote from Sylvia Plath resonates with something in me. If I were to draw a line through my life, and separate out the good from the bad, it would be at 7 years old. Before that, life was all candy and laughter. After that, things got…complicated.

1 comment:

  1. your comment absolutely touched me
    in a way no one else on this
    blog community ever has...

    it really did make me feel less alone
    knowing that someone else out there
    is in the same boat as me
    i am glad i was able to give you
    that same feeling :)

    we also have the same stats haha
    my highest weight was 189 and
    i want to be 120 as well
    but im finding a really hard time
    giving up anamia...when i try
    to stop one, the other takes over
    and its just this vicious cycle

    just wanted to let you know if you
    ever feel alone again,im always
    here and willing to talk :)

    im glad you stumbled on my blog