my body story

This is my body story.

It was originally written for a community that I belong to on LJ, fatshionista, but I decided that I needed to post this to my own journal as well. I'm leaving it unlocked because I feel that's something I need to do.

This entry was probably the hardest thing I've ever written in my entire life. I am embarrassed by a lot of what's contained in it and of the majority of the photos posted within. I've been writing this over the course of the past couple of weeks and have had to stop writing on several occasions because I started to cry. Writing this entry brought back a lot of memories that I've been trying to forget about for a long, long time.

That being said, I'm going to give one of my very rare subject matter warnings. If you are freaked out by reading about abuse (physical, emotional, and sexual), talk of negative body image, fat-phobia, self-harm, vulgar language, or drug use, then do not read this. I mean it. Also? There is a ton of photos and text under this cut.

( That being said, you're more than welcome to continue. )

Lollipops for one and all

Sitting here at work, just kind of browsing through LJ like a zombie and mindlessly pondering how I would like some candy right at this moment. Odd, for me, because I'm not all that into candy. I like to buy it. I love to hoarde it. I just don't like to eat it. Me and sweet things, not so much. So, it's a bit out of the ordinary that I suddenly have a craving for something sugary.

Suddenly, I remember that I have not one, but TWO lollipops in my bag from when I went to the bank earlier. And they're RED.

GO TEAM ME!