Vanity. Definitely my favourite sin. *
I’m a shockingly vain person. I don’t want to be, exactly. It comes along with the eating disorder. The only started thinking about it recently. It’s hard to square vanity with self-hatred but an eating disorder shows it’s possible to exhibit both simultaneously. Eating disorders are many things. Self-love is not one of them. Vanity is excessive pride in or admiration of one’s appearance or … Continue reading Vanity. Definitely my favourite sin. *
Ponytail-holder existentialism.
Everything that’s wrong with the world is down to ponytail holders. I know, you thought the answer would be more complex but there you have it. The answer came to me this morning as I was, coincidentally, putting my hair up in a ponytail. I have a round box on a shelf in my bathroom that holds hair accessories. It’s quite lovely. It’s white with … Continue reading Ponytail-holder existentialism.
Some of my best thinking.
I do some of my best thinking when my brain is acting up. And when I’m depressed. I write some of my best poetry when darkness descends, something that annoys me a little; it’s such a trite and expected thing. I get philosophical when my brain is acting up. I get contemplative. I search for a purpose. It’s all very deep. I also do bad … Continue reading Some of my best thinking.
The fridge is bursting.
The fridge is bursting. There’s too much food in the house. Definitely a problem of privilege. I’m aware of that, yet my problems are my problems, real and difficult for me; other people’s different problems don’t negate my reality. I’ve had this issue before. I don’t do it to myself – I’m careful about the quantities I maintain – so the stress-inducing over-capacity isn’t my … Continue reading The fridge is bursting.
From Famine to Feast 