Thursday, November 17, 2005
I Need Help
This is a desperate cry.
My mother is sixty, and thinner than me, and prettier, and in far better health.
I am fat. Grotesque. Slothlike.

All I do is eat. I can't find the strength to exercise. I hate my body. I hate food. I wish someone could help me. I want to be the woman INSIDE this flesh, instead of just the dimples and rolls on the outside.

I used to be so pretty.
Written by FRITZ
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Name: Fritz

Location: Detroit Rock City!
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    We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always— A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"

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