Last year, I wrote this paper for an English class.  Since then, I've relapsed, been hospitalized, and had to start over--including retaking the English class and writing the personal essay.  I've reworked it some & seen it through the eyes of someone who isn't drowning in eating disorder thoughts.  It's a new kind of view for me.

A Tree, Not a ( Read more... )

January

1 X 1 by e e cummings
Crush by Richard Siken
The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac Shakur
Raising Vegan Children in a Non-Vegan World by Erin Pavlina
Not as Crazy As I Seem by George Harrar
Number the Stars by Lois Lowry
A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis

February

Daisy Miller: a study
The Awakening by Kate Chopin
A Voice in the Wind Francine Rivers
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A looking glass never tells a lie. I know this, for I am one who looks into the mirror and sees the world in all its decaying beauty. But today I simply see myself, sharp lines and angles like a carefully designed geometric shape. At one time I would have called myself comely. Now I am not so certain.

I follow the sharp lines of my shoulders down ( Read more... )