This is going to get pretty serious.
Ugh....
I've been researching anorexic people and I feel like stuffing my face right now. Looking at all those pictures is making me feel too thin, and I'm definitly not. Hell, I think I'm over weight for my age, height, and bone structure, if only a little. It was just before dinner I was doing this so even though we were about to eat I had to snack on some Reeses cups. I had three. My mom yelled at me. But she can't say I didn't eat dinner, cause I ate all the shrimp, quite a few sweet potato's (they were cut up and cooked like frys), corn and bread. So what if I didn't feel up to mash potatos.
But seriously. I don't understand how people can let themselves just waste away like that. (Now I'm thinking of my vocab test. One of the words, already forgot it, means to waste away) I mean I do get it, (I've been reseaching, I know what they think when they do it) but I don't understand how they can think like that. No one's perfect, you can't just starve yourself to acheive the impossible. And how it goes through their mind that we want them to be toothpicks is absurd. (Zoey, your not a toothpick anymore, your a fry, and thats a good thing) If they're looking at models and Actresses, they're way to thin too to begin with. That is so not a realistic weight. If A woman, or a man, is just casually standing around and I can see their ribs, it's not natural.
Here I am, ranting at being too thin, and I go and right a little story for school about an anorexic that dies. Shouldn't I be trying to make a happy ending you might ask? Yeah, maybe. But would that actually get the point across. No. It would be seen as too good to be true. If I were to read about a problem I had where it turned out in death, I think I would be a little scared. Ok screw that, I would be terrified. I'm afraid to die, and I'm so not ready for the great beyond, or whatevers out there. If it were that sreious I would get my butt in gear and help myself as soon as possible. I know not everyone thinks like that but I can only hope.
And now I'm off to write about a depressed guy. Don't worry, this one will have a happier ending. At least I hope it will, that might change by the time I get to the end.
Ugh....
I've been researching anorexic people and I feel like stuffing my face right now. Looking at all those pictures is making me feel too thin, and I'm definitly not. Hell, I think I'm over weight for my age, height, and bone structure, if only a little. It was just before dinner I was doing this so even though we were about to eat I had to snack on some Reeses cups. I had three. My mom yelled at me. But she can't say I didn't eat dinner, cause I ate all the shrimp, quite a few sweet potato's (they were cut up and cooked like frys), corn and bread. So what if I didn't feel up to mash potatos.
But seriously. I don't understand how people can let themselves just waste away like that. (Now I'm thinking of my vocab test. One of the words, already forgot it, means to waste away) I mean I do get it, (I've been reseaching, I know what they think when they do it) but I don't understand how they can think like that. No one's perfect, you can't just starve yourself to acheive the impossible. And how it goes through their mind that we want them to be toothpicks is absurd. (Zoey, your not a toothpick anymore, your a fry, and thats a good thing) If they're looking at models and Actresses, they're way to thin too to begin with. That is so not a realistic weight. If A woman, or a man, is just casually standing around and I can see their ribs, it's not natural.
Here I am, ranting at being too thin, and I go and right a little story for school about an anorexic that dies. Shouldn't I be trying to make a happy ending you might ask? Yeah, maybe. But would that actually get the point across. No. It would be seen as too good to be true. If I were to read about a problem I had where it turned out in death, I think I would be a little scared. Ok screw that, I would be terrified. I'm afraid to die, and I'm so not ready for the great beyond, or whatevers out there. If it were that sreious I would get my butt in gear and help myself as soon as possible. I know not everyone thinks like that but I can only hope.
And now I'm off to write about a depressed guy. Don't worry, this one will have a happier ending. At least I hope it will, that might change by the time I get to the end.
