Sophie

Something trivial I just wrote... I don't know why. It just, sometimes things pout into my head and I have to write them down.


Sophie.

Just to fit in, she starved herself. Just to fit in. Her life has become one excuse after another. Punishment after punishment. Every morsel that passes her lips brought with it terrified eyes and calculating numbers. How many miles to burn this off? That? How long on the treadmill? These questions were always answered before the food had even been chewed. To Sophie, food was not life. Food was not energy required by the body. It was a weakness of the flesh - a thing to ne overcome. If you are strong enough to resist, you will be rewarded. The greatest reward of all. Frail. Thin. Finally.

What no one tells you is, you not only must be strong enough to resist, you must be strong enough to suffer the consequences until you are rewarded. Deal with the constant fear, the relentless guilt, and, ultimately, the solitude, because, no matter what, you are in this alone. It doesn't matter who knows, who you tell. They cannot possibly understand. You are not like them. You are other. Something Else. What that is exactly, you will only know when you have finally reached it. So be strong. Fold into yourself; embrace the hole that gaped and oozes - the hole that was once your heart. It was too weak and would nut stand by while you transformed into what you almost are today. Something beautiful, to be admired.