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Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down?

Not a Pretty Girl | Ani DiFranco

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This "not having an eating disorder" thing isn't really working out for me.

I need to keep in mind that there's no other option.

(All this fucking ambivalence will kill me faster than anything else ever would).

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“I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.”

Azar Nafisi, Things I've Been Silent About

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It really pisses me off how some people on Tumblr are so quick to judge you on not being "positive" enough. I didn't sign up to be on Disney Channel. I'm not a role model or attempting to be inspiring or anything slightly similar just because I'm trying (trying being the key word here) to recover from my disorder.

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“I care so much I’m sick.”

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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Has it been a day or a billion years? Everything is changed. It's a bad dream I can't wake up from or participate in.

I keep thinking that I'm going to run into one of my old friends and they won't recognize me. I don't recognize me.

I feel like an elder. I can feel my skin stretching and breaking. My face feels like a mask.

I don't feel like a person.

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Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata 

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars, you have a right to be here.

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I will turn myself into a gun, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.

Richard Siken, Wishbone

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Yayoi Kusama in Narcissus Garden, 1966, at the 33rd Venice Biennale, scan from Yayoi Kusama edited by Frances Morris.

“My art originates from hallucinations only I can see. I translate the hallucinations and obsessional images that plague me into sculptures and paintings. All my works in pastels are the products of obsessional neurosis and are therefore inextricably connected to my disease. I create pieces even when I don’t see hallucinations, though.”

Saw her exhibition this week. Disturbing, mesmerizing, scarily relatable.

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People keep leaving through the front door. 

Our main group therapist asked us to relate our feelings to some unusual thing we spot on the clinic this week. Be creative, he said, and positive. I said I felt like the butterfly I saw the other day.

I am the slime on the aquarium, I thought.

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See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

Sylvia Plath

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And With Your Soul, oil painting, Agnes Toth.