I Got It

I got house Prefect! I am so thrilled. I finally feel happy, and believe this will be a positive thing for me. It was terrifying though. They called everyone who had gotten interviews for prefects into the hall, and the Principle went on this long ramble about leadership which we've all heard a thousand times. The whole time I was just thinking "hurry up and just read the goddam list!" I was so anxious and nervous. my hands were shaking and I felt like I was going to throw up. Finally she read out the list, and I was roughly halfway down. Considering I only applied for one prefect I knew I got House. Then later in the day we had an assembly in which the titles of the prefects were read out, so I had to go up on stage and hug this years house prefect etc., etc. I am actually over the moon now.

Possibility

So two weeks ago I applied for a Prefect role at my school. Next year is my last year of college education (High School), and prefect roles are offered to girls in their final year. So I applied for a role, not expecting much, but to my delight I received a call saying that I had an interview for the Prefect I applied for. So I went for my interview, and the teachers asked me questions such as: Why are applying for the role? What can you bring to the role? What are your strengths and weaknesses? They said I gave good answers and that the interview had a 'flow'. I'm trying not to get my hopes up in case I don't get it, but I can't help wondering. I'm excited at the possibility that I may be able to influence younger girls in a positive way. I find out next Wednesday if I have it or not, so I'll keep you posted.

Let Me Sleep

I'm so tired. So very, very tired.

Even as I sit here writing this I find my eyelids drooping, and my limbs growing weary with exhaustion. I long for the comfort of my bed and the sweet release of my subconscious taking over. I have once again done nothing today.

I woke up, ate a small breakfast, cleaned teeth and skin, watched the Little Mermaid and Lion King, ate a fulfilling lunch, scrolled though the Internet for a few hours, vacuumed my room (which is still technically my father's office), organised the rail upon which my clothes now hang (it's ordered by clothing item and then colour), prepared a two course dinner, ate said dinner, watched mindless TV and then sat down to my laptop again to type this. It's only 9pm.

I find myself a lot less energised now a days. As though I'm constantly in a numb state. It could be the medication I'm on (a mixture of Zoloft and Fluoxetine), or it could be the fact that I am so constantly bored day in, day out. I really have no excuse for posting more. It's not that I don't have the time, it's just that I don't have enough interesting subject matter to share. Unless you want to hear the changes in my bowel movements, or my opinions on the latest Tyra episode.

I think I'll go to sleep now. I can't keep my eyes open for another minute.

As a Child

When I think of myself as a child, I wonder if I was truly ever happy to begin with. I mean sure, I smiled and laughed just as much as the next kid, but I was never satisfied with myself. From a very early age I was already the target for 'playful bullying'. I was tiny, still am, had plenty of freckles and fat cheeks. I was called shrimp, and spotty by the other four year olds at kindergarten. I did have friends, but even they playfully made fun of me.

First year of school I got my first crush on a boy. He had dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and an elfin face. One day I kissed him right on the lips in front of the entire class. I am still teased about it today.

I was terribly OCD as a child. I hated it when my Mother cleaned my room. If she put one thing out of place I would cry. I would slam my door, throw everything on the floor, and cry. I would call my Mother names and forbid her from entering my room. It was sort of the same whenever I attempted to clean my own room. I would start off well. Vacuum the floor, wipe the dust off all the surfaces etc, etc. But then I'd have to put everything back. I would get so frustrated because I couldn't remember exactly where everything went.

So I would cry.

When I was young, I was terrified of being alone. Terrified. for the first couple of weeks at school I would cry whenever my parents left in the morning. I hated sleeping in my own bed. After I realised that I was too old to still be sleeping in my parents bed, I forced my parents to keep the door open and turn the TV up so I would know that they were there. I slept with dozens of toys so I wouldn't feel so alone.

You know what's horrible? Even then, back when I was 9 years old, I still scrutinized my weight. I knew I wasn't fat, but everyone commented on how thin I was. My own Father called me "a rake". Of course, I loved the comments and attention, so I tried to keep myself skinny. I would refuse desert and only eat half my lunch at school. I threw myself into sports for exercise. Every night I stood on the scales in the bathroom and smiled knowing that I hadn't gained anything.

Want to know something even more fucked up? I want my pre-pubescent body back. It was so slim, and I knew the other girls admired it. I can still picture my ribs sticking out as I breathed in and out, the innocent gap between my thighs, and my bony wrist that my friends could encircle with their thumb and pinky.

It's all changed now. But then again it hasn't. I'm still picked on, and am told to keep quiet when the subject of body issues comes up. I guess the only thing that has changed is me.

I'm just tired of it all.

It Was Only A Dream

I have dreams about that room.

I dream that I open the door and my room is a mess. Desk overturned, clothes covering the floor.

But my bed is perfect.

The sheets are perfectly tucked in and the pillow is in the centre. The duvet to pillow ratio is perfect. By this I mean that the top sheet isn't to high so that it covers my face, but it isn't too low so that my shoulders are bare. It's this calm, serene object in a room of chaos.

But on top of the bed is the china doll my grandmother gave me. It has no importance to me, so I don't understand why it's there. It's one of those dolls that when you place it down it closes its eyes, and when you pick it up it opens them. I walk through the mess of my room to my bed, and look down on the doll. I stare at the doll for a bit, then gaze around my room. I ask the doll "Did you do this?"

It remains still, and sleeping.

I ask it again and again, getting more and more frustrated. Finally I pick up the doll, but it doesn't open its eyes. I shake it, and turn it over, but it still remains sleeping.

I finally realise, that it can't wake up so I place it back down on the bed, smooth its little dress and leave the room.

The dream is so vivid. It's constantly etched in my mind and I can play it over and over. Of course I understand its meaning, but I can't understand the china doll. Is it suppose to represent me? Why that doll? It's of no importance to me and never has been. Why not my favourite childhood toy? Why is my bed the only thing that isn't messy? Why is my room messy?

When I wake up, I wake up as if I have just come out of a deep sleep. My eyelids are heavy, and it takes a couple of seconds for my limbs to work. I don't sit bolt upright, eyes wide, heavy breathed and covered in cold sweat. But it haunts me constantly.

What a Week

The other day I was home alone. I was terrifying. I haven't been left alone since, well, you know. I called up a friend of mine (we'll call her R). She came over, and I was a total wreck. At first we talked about everything but what I wanted to say. The weather, her exams, a new pair of shoes I don't have the guts to buy. Finally she said it. The question everyone is too afraid to ask me.

"Was it my fault?"

As Ella mentioned in a previous post, I had sent letters to my friends and family telling them I loved them and that it wasn't their fault.

I lied.

R was looking at me with such an intense look I couldn't lie again. Truth is, it's everyones fault, but then it isn't. I was once comfortable with myself. Perfectly happy with who I was. It wasn't until all my friends started pecking at their flaws, that I decided I was wrong too. I couldn't understand it. In my eyes everyone of them was perfect, still are. If they think their ugly, I must be horrendous to look at. I told her this, and more.

Everything just tumbled out of my mouth. everything. Then R showed me something I still can't believe. She rolled up her top, and there on her perfectly flat, tanned stomach were pink scars. She confessed that she's a self harmer too. Well, she was. For a moment it was like I was staring at a mirror. I could see all my insecurities, flaws and thoughts in her. I wanted to bundle her in my arms and carry her away. She explained how her sisters (she has 3) are always the pretty ones in their friend groups. How they always have boyfriends, and people who constantly admire them. How they are always told how beautiful they are. How she is the "ugly sister".

We cried and hugged for so long. I think I've finally found someone who understands. Someone I can finally confide in, who doesn't sit at a desk with a plaque proclaiming their psychology degree. Don't get me wrong I love Miss Melody, but sometimes I don't think she fully understands.

That's it.

Exercise the Mind

Miss Melody, says writing is good for me. I told her about Skeletal Thoughts and she thought it was simply wonderful that I have a place to write.

Together we formed a list of things I should write about on here, and I'm excited to get started.

The list:

My Bedroom

My parents

My Brother (that'll be tough)

A close friend

Lucia

My future child

My favourite childhood toy (explain why I abandoned it)

An inspirational woman (I can't actually know her personally)

and finally

Myself as I was on that night.

For some of these I have to compose letters and explain my feelings. Others (like childhood toy) are just an exercise to help me come to grips with with loneliness, and how it's shown from the person who's "abandoning" position. I hope you follow that.

Some I'm quite looking forward to starting, others I want to put off as long as possible.

Which one should I start with first?

What of Now?

I’m home now. I got home yesterday evening. It was horrible.
I couldn’t walk into my room, where I did it. I refused. I couldn’t re-live
those final moments. Touching the doorknob forced me to tears. I’m sleeping in my
dad’s study. The couch bed isn’t as comfy as my own, but at least I can sleep
there. I haven’t stepped foot in there, and I don’t plan too. I’m not strong
enough yet. I need more recovery time. That room to me is like a taboo. A
ghastly place that will push me over again.

Everyone is talking about me in hushed voices. I walked into
the kitchen this morning to utter silence, but it was clear they had just been
speaking. About me. I try to shrug it off and make out that everything is fine.
But it’s not. I still feel empty.

Dearest Mother almost agreed to send me to the psych ward for a few more weeks. Thank god I talked her out of that. I could not stand being in that place again (that’s where I was sent for my eating disorder months ago). But then again I don’t want to be
here. Mother is still leaning towards Psych Ward, so if I so much as shed one tear over anything, that’s where I’ll be. So it’s back to being perfect Alex. I can’t express emotion anywhere but
therapy, which I don’t even though my therapist is so lovely (Miss Melody, how wonderful).

I can’t take this year’s exams because I’m too “fragile”. They
begin this Thursday. I’ve passed, but I won’t be getting any special
endorsements or anything. So I can’t exactly see any friends as they’ll be
studying hard. It’s funny though, I’ve been getting a lot of attention lately
from my friends. Even people I have barely said one word too have made me
cards. It’s overwhelming and thoughtful, and I certainly do appreciate it, but
I can’t help but wonder if it’s just because I’m suddenly interesting, because I
stepped outside the boundaries of ‘normal’. I have seen people from school, who have come
over to pay a visit. Do they just want to see me pale and gaunt and know that
this is what defeat looks like? I am still unsure, but I try my best and thank
them for coming. I do appreciate it, I really do! But I can’t help but wonder.

So here I am. This is what life’s like after. I’m struggling, but I’m moving (forward I
hope). I’m home, and it feels right to be outside the hospital walls, it was
tiring in there, a room by yourself with only approved movies to watch (think
Daddy Day Care, and Cheaper by the Dozen). I counted the holes in the ceiling for
an entire 3 hours just to pass some time (3,528). I can finally breathe fresh
air, and see more than the car park out my window. I’m sick of being stuck in
this position, I always was. I thought I made the right move, but I didn’t.
Time to make the right one.

Thank You

I've been sitting here for a while trying to think of how to perfectly say Thank You to all of you who tried to help me in what was most definitely 'my darkest hour'. But that's the thing, I can't form the perfect sentences for a perfect thank you. I've been told so much over the past two weeks that "perfection is an illusion" and "Perfect does not exist." I'm so lost as too what is perfect anymore. I thought I had it in my head, I was convinced perfect was the way I saw it. But turns out it's not. What I thought was perfect is apparently 'disgusting, and 'sickening' to everyone else.
But that's not the point of this post. the point of this post is to thank everyone of you that tried for me and who showed that you cared for me 'that night'.

americaneaglelove - Your four posts were so kind and generous. I appreciate that you were willing to stay up ALL night for me, and your posts made me smile for the first time since I 'tried'. Your post on you blog letting everyone of your readers know that they are beautiful people is gorgeous and makes me realise that I should do this more often. You have a stunning way of writing and i hope that you pursue a career in it one day.

Di-anna - I greatly appreciate your willingness to talk to me personally, and I take that straight to heart. You are so sweet and lovely and wonderful, and for some reason remind me of a White Rabbit (positive). Please know that you are not a bad person and don't be afraid to fall in love. It could be the best thing that every happened to you, and you WILL grow from it.

missinsanity. - I've had many experiences, and perhaps one day I can share them with you. I am sad to hear of your lack of sleep, blue nails and vicious cycles. i know you can overcome this and i am here for you, just like you were there for me.

miss
alisha - You're comment released the tears that had been brimming in my eyes. I care for you on a personal level too. I've read through every post on your blog, and actually consider you a friend. Words can not describe how much I appreciated you reaching out to your own readers to make sure I was okay. It's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done. I am still weak, but I have found a little strength (it' probably the piece you gave me). i admire you're courage to move on from M and I hope someday i can have that kind of courage too.

movesnmunchies - I appreciate your honesty in telling me that you don't read my blog. That's okay, the fact that you were willing to help someone you didn't even know existed is a tremendous thing, and you should be proud of this. I do not know of your previous situation, but it is inspiring to know that someone can come from where I am and be a better person because of it.

ivy - I may not you that well either, but the fact that you comforted me is a positive in my book. Who know perhaps we will know each other better in the future? You seem like a lovely girl and i am quite envious of your blog as it is so visually beautiful.

Thin
Thrills - i loved you're almost brutal comment. It was a wake up call and I appreciate it. i love how down to earth you are, and that you write with a kind of comedic style. It stands out in a positive way. I'm kinda addicted to your blog now ha ha.

lilulak - *HUGS* you're post was the sweetest thing, and you remind me of my friend who had been through the same thing. Lindsey? If this is you, thanks. If not, I really do think you should begin blogging again. I've been through the majority of your posts, and need some more to read!

Sarah - I hope me affecting you wasn't a burden, but you did affect my day in a positive way. you made me stop and think. You got em to realise that I didn't know that death was any better than life, and that's why I should fear it, at least until I can be friends with it. That's the thing, I thought I was friend with death. I thought I was ready to meet it liking seeing long lost friend. But I was wrong, and I thank you for showing me the truth. I have always wanted kids, and sometimes think of who they'd be. I know realise I need to be there to show my children all the light in the world.

désespérée de maigrir - First off I love your name. i don't know any French beyond 'oui' despite studying it for two years, so i had to put it into google translate. thank you, I know there must be tons of people who love you and you must have boys dropping at your feet.

Adelia - believe me I am not strong in all senses of the word. but I've been told that behind every strong figure is a humble one who is ready to comfort them when they fall. I'm the humble one, which I guess makes you the strong one.

Jldickso - You're right, the dark times are the longest. But it's the light ones that make life worth living. I can't imagine everything being perfect in a year, but hopefully in a couple or so. Thank you for praying for me, and i promise that it will not go to waste. You have a beautiful outlook on life, I think I'm beginning to see it. Thank you for leaving contact details, and opening your doors to me, it means the world.

I think this post is long enough, so I'll leave it for now and catch you up on the details next time. I love you all, and am ecstatic to have such beautiful people as readers!
xoxoxoxoxooxox

Alex is Alive

hi, I'm Ella, Alex's friend. Alex is alive but is currently in hospital. October 22nd Alex decided to take her own life in her own home. She expected to be home alone the entire day as her parents and older brother were at work. She compiled a series of letters to her dearest loved ones, a few contained last minute wishes that she wanted done after she passed. I was one of them. I was given a list of passwords and log in names, and was instructed to "tell them I did love them." She then proceeded to swallow triple the dose of sleeping pills, and also slit her wrists vertically. She lay down in bed "so I can sleep forever." Her brother returned home early as he had been given the afternoon off, and discovered Alex unconscious in her bed. He thought she was sleeping until he saw the blood stained sheets. He called the ambulance and Alex was rushed to hospital, and was saved. She is expected to remain in hospital for two weeks, but wishes me to send you all her love and appreciation for commenting on her last post. She cried when I read her your amazing comments, and was amazed that "someone bothered to save me, someone actually tried."
Personally, I would like to thank you all so much for giving my friend the love and attention she deserves. It is great to see people willing to help others even if they do not know them personally and I am pleased that Alex has that. She says that she will try to personally post a thank you message as soon as she can.
Thank you xx

Goodbye

I can't do it anymore. living has become such a daily struggle that I don't know how to continue. Every aspect of my life is a failure. I can't stay thin, I can't be the daughter my parents want me to be, I'm failing every subject at school (except maths for some unknown reason), I have virtually no friends, and the few that I do have no longer bother to reach out to me as I am such a burden. What's the point in it all? Society has fucked me over, as I knew it eventually would. I am no one's fault but my own, and I'm just erasing a mistake.

To my readers who have bothered to read my pointless rants, or even just viewed my blog to look at the pictures, thank you. You have made this 'life' worth living a wee bit. I enjoyed reading all of your blogs, and bless you for sharing your daily struggles. Please don't become a wreck like me. You are all beautiful, and will never be lovelier than you are now. Don't fade away, don't worry about the number on the scale, don't worry about the thoughts in that bimbo's head, don't over analyse the text he just sent you, don't let your friends slip away. Don't be societies victim. There is still a chance for you, so take it. I know this is all so cheesy, but in my last moments it seems to make sense. I'm trying to save someone else cause no one tried to save me.

I love you all for your flaws and strengths. Thank you.

I'll leave you with my favourite song, play it with me one last time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJRkrJx2ekA

The decisions been made

As of next week I am expected to return to school. To walk among judging faces sickens me. I can picture there horrified stares at my skeletal frame. I do not care, of course. But yet I do. Each shocked reaction is a nightmare in my head. I am once again not good enough for society.

I who am left must suffer for my toxic mind.

There is no pain, no sorrow, no suffering, no dihonour I have not sharared. I know I shall have to die of course - living in daily torment as I do. Who would not be glad to die?

If it be soon, so much the better.

My heart is long since dead.I am merely a slim figure walking a pointless existence, sucking the life out any near creature. I feel like some bird blown about by a storm!

But fear not. I shall find the little courage I have left and march into school, with my head held above my neck.

here it is, my excuse

hey guys, sorry I haven't posted in a while. It's been a troublesome couple of months.

you see way back in July, my friend passed away. Her name was Lucia and she had long, long blonde hair and was super lovely. Her smile seemed to light up the room, and words can't describe how much she meant to me.

She was happy, right up to the last day.

Lucia had cysctic fibrosis.

But that never got her down. She kept her head up and prayed she'd live long enough to have a fulfilling life. I told her of my eating habits and my cutting habits. She was responsible and told a trusting adult. She helped me, even thought i resented her for telling. I never really told her the extent of my eating habits so she kept quiet about that.

Whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on she'd be there. The horrible thing now is looking back and realising that I was never there for her, well, at least not to the extremes she was for me. All of her pain and sorrow she kept inside of herself. i hate myself for not seeing this sooner. How could i have been so blind?

Anyway, a few Weeks before her death, she was told it was terminal. i can't imagine the shock and horror she must've felt. All the dreams and ambitions never fulfilled, all now lost. She never had a first kiss, a trip overseas, to feel the satisfaction of completing school, the joy of seeing her stomach swell with life. All that crushed.

When she did 'pass', I was in my room studying my calorie count, that I keep in a diary. I didn't sleep that night. I walled myself up in a fictional cave and cried. not, the kind of crying were you lie pathetically on the floor. No, i cried as though every tear would tear me apart. I threw everything within my grasp. That I couldn't throw or move made me madder at myself. i smashed my window, china doll, my bed and desk was overturned. i ripped duvets, sheets, bean bags, books. I've never felt like that ever. It's an emotion that now, months later, I still can not describe.

weeks following, I stopped eating. Each morning I woke up, my pillow case was still wet from my tears and I was horrified that it was her dead and not me. of course, i had to have some form of nourishment, so i ate a stick of celery and half a carrot. It tasted bland in my mouth. I was no longer not eating because i desired to be thin, it just didn't interest me anymore.

It was as if i was empty. I was a blank in everybody's lives. I just did nothing.

Finally, about two moths ago my mother, worried sick with my wasted frame, decided to send me to rehab. Well, as she couldn't find a 'rehabilitation center' in New Zealand that she could afford, I was sent to the hospital for my recovery. let me tell you, it did nothing. They just shoveled food down my throat everyday, and monitored my rips to the bathroom to check that i wasn't purging. It was my room mate, Valerie, who helped me the most. She had been there for months. The room mate before me had died from this 'disease'. We went through the grieving process together.

last week I was 'released'. But I still must attend regular check ups and weigh ins, plus two counselling sessions a week. So, that's it. that's why I've been away. I'm not particularly any better off, but I now have a friend. Valerie's still in hospital. They won't let her out until she reaches a 'healthy weight' of 156lbs. Fat chance. (excuse the pun). I visit her more often than I should, but it's wonderful having someone who understands me, finally.

I still think about Lucia. Everyday. I miss her, a whole lot. But it's fading, though i wish it won't. Soon, certain details will be gone and the full image of her won't be there. But this is something I just have to accept.

Dying to be thin

100, 200, 300

stop

step on, step off

daily intake,

the only thing I can control,

4,8,2,9,6,3,1,

the only thing,

4,7,2,4,6,8,7,4

I can

4,5 point 6

control

4,5 point 8

What!

light as air,

yet still so heavy,

I'm dying to be thin

Total loss for words

Sorry for the lack of posts, again. To upset right now to post. I really can't even talk about it, let alone think. I gained 5lbs. I'll give you some thinspo to gorge over instead.

The 80's

Sorry for the lack of posts, my life has been quite chaotic lately and I just haven't had the time. Weight loss is going great. I've managed to lose 9 pounds over the past two weeks. I'M IN THE MOTHERFUCKING 80'S NOW! Words can not describe how I'm feeling. I'm on top of the fucking world. I can see my rib cage now, and my collarbones are delicately visible. Hipbones stick out, and sometimes when i walk I feel like I'm floating. Of course this didn't come easy. I've had to step it up even more since I last posted. i limited myself to 400 - 500 calories today, and over the weekend i fast. Working out at least 3 times a week, plus Pilate's (sooo good) and yoga. Wow!
Starting weight: 99lbs
first week: 98.5lb
second week: 98.8lb
third week: 97.6lb
fourth week: 94.3lb
sixth week: 85.6lb
total weight lost: 8.7lb

Kep it up

So, I've been keeping up everything from last week, all though no fast. I'm actually really enjoy running in the mornings, I feel so refreshed and ready for the day. I LOVE it! yesterday all I ate was celery, and I swear I'm addicted to the stuff now. I've already eaten 3 30cm stick this morning! Only been able to get to the gym twice this week, but I'm going to a spin class tomorrow so that should be good. I've manage to drop a lot more weight than I did last week yip yip!
Starting weight: 99lbs
first week: 98.5lb
second week: 98.8lb
third week: 97.5lb
fourth week: 94.3lb
total weight lost: 3.2lb
It's not as much as others but I'm to happy to care, this is the least I've ever weighed!

Week 3: Weight In

Just a quick post to document my progress thus far. I've kept up the running, but the gyms open now so I've been pushing myself hard on the rowing machine, and cardio area. I managed to fast for 2 days due to the 40 hour Famine (google if you don't know what that is).
Starting weight:99lbs
Third week weigh in: 97.5lb
total weight lost: 1.5lb
At least I lost weight, and I didn't give into temptation. I'm on my way to being perfect.

Week 2: Weigh in

I was doing really well. i was running twice a day (10 mins in the morning, 20 mins in the evening) I had restricted myself to at most 500cal a day (264 on Wednesday). I did 74 crunches in between ad breaks of TV shows. i was doing calf raises while brushing my teeth. I even attended a hot yoga class with my friend. Then I slipped. My dad doesn't approve of my 'dieting' and his way of dealing with it is to give me the most shittiest food for your body. he offered me a cream bun. You know, white bread, whipped cream, icing sugar, a little raspberry jam and a huge dump of chocolate sauce. GROSS! I felt pressured, he was standing there with it all laid out on a plate, and that stupid smirk on his face. SO I ate it. BIG FUCKING MISTAKE!

But the results are

Starting weight: 99lb

1st weigh in: 98.5lb

Current weight: 98.8lb

Weight lost: -.3lb

Oh well, better luck next week right?

Que the Rocky theme song

So week one of the competition has gone past and I have definitely not done well. All though I have been munching on celery non stop, I haven't been to the gym. Fucking gym owners! Someone had an 'accident' due to faulty machines so the gym is shut for 2 weeks while they inspect all the other machines! FUCK! I just went for a run around the park across the road, but that isn't much of a run. It took me perhaps 10 minutes. Please give me exercises that I can do until the gym opens again.

I've eaten 1,675 calories so far this week, but I'm fairly certain other participants have eaten waaay less than that. I really have to step up my game if I want to win this. I've only lost one quarter of a kg! I don't have any assignments this week, so I can direct all of my focus on losing this weight.

LET'S FUCKING DO THIS!

It's a drop dead kinda race

Hey, so I'm still sick as fuck but in think this may come to my advantage. I've joined a weight loss competition that began on the 10th. Rules are simple whoever loses the most weight wins. It goes from 10th of may to 10th of June. So each week I'll update my progress and give you all the details. There are about twenty or so others who are taking part and you can follow their progress here (www.americaneaglelove-missionbeauty.blogspot.com/p/mayjune-competition.html ).

Start weight:47kg

height:5'1"

i plan on eating really small meals and exercising loads, and fasting at least once a week. God I want to win. I live outside the US so I won't be receiving the cash prize, but the satisfaction will be reward enough.

Cheer for me my lovelies!

So Sick

Ugh, I am so sick at the moment. My throat is flemmy, my head hurts and no amount of panadol will take it away, plus my limbs ache. My mama took me to the doctor convinced I have the flu, but he said I don't and that it's just a harsh cold. So here i am wrapped up in a duvet, a sleeping bag and two blankets (one woolen and one fluffy) with a hot cup of lemon, honey and ginger. I'm just about to watch Get Him to the Greek on my dad's laptop, and then perhaps I'll watch the first season of the O.C., which my mama kindly got me from the DVD store. I haven't been eating much and am feeling kinda down, and stressed as I'm getting quite behind on school work. But once I've worked through this cold I can focus my attention on being perfect. But until then I'm gonna ask my mama to make me some Mee Goreng noodles. yum!

p.s here's some fun stretches for you to try out. Do each one for no less than 20 seconds. Enjoy!

Complete Twist

A couple of days ago i caught my friends boyfriend cheating.

I was at a party. I didn't really know the girl hosting, but my cousin did (we're quite close) and she had no one to go with so I went along. I caught a glimpse of my friends boyfriend (let's call him P) early on, but thought I must be imagining things. As the night went on everyone slowly got more drunk and some high. I stumbled from room to room looking for some place to purge, when I entered the master bedroom by mistake. There was a couple getting quite 'horizontal' and I apologised and nearly left when something caught me eye. P has quite a distinct birthmark on his lower back and this mark was apparent on the males back in the bedroom. I said "P, is that you?" The male turned around, and sure enough it was him. I looked to the female excited to see my friend, but she had been replaced by some blonde bimbo. I left immediately. Just grabbed my cousin and hightailed it out of there.

I knew I had to tell my friend, A. So two days later I went over to her house and explained everything. her being so deeply infatuated with P refused to believe me. I tried and tried to get her to believe me, but she still didn't. In fact she accused me of telling her lies because I still liked him. Yeah, before P and A started dating we both had massive crushes on him. i moved on once they started dating, but things have always been sort of awkward between the three of us as P is a close family friend.

How am i going to get through this!

i'm about to go fuck everything up.

i'm so sorry.

tell you later.

Some years later and not a soul will remeber my name

Have you ever told someone everything and they still go on as if they don't know? I have. My closest friends and my parents know that I cut and that I'm attempting to starve myself. Nothing has changed. In someways I like that. It means I can go about and do whatever and no one will ever look up. But then I hate it so much, I just want to claw away at myself and scream "WHY ARE YOU NOT PERFECT?" 'Cause that's what it is, isn't it? in order for people to change they have to so mesmerised that they forget the regular routine.

It's hard to break someones cycle. They go about doing everything the same. I don't mean that cycle as in they always brush their teeth before they get dressed, no. I mean the way they treat someone or how they roll their eyes when someones thought vary from theirs. it's kind of ignorance really. They refuse to step outside their comfort zone to help someone else.
it can really make one feel worthless. Well better kick up your boots son, cause we ain't out of the tunnel yet. In a world fill of billions of people I still feel so lonely and worthless. Surely at least one out of those billion cares? Of so then step up, don't hide yourself in the rose bushes! I mean is it really so wrong to want to be perfect and stunning? I want that so much I may just explode! but then in the grand scale of things what i want isn't important. It doesn't matter so I may as well not want it. No one cares, and they probably never will judging from how things look. Better tear yourself down before someone else does darling.

i don't understand

I've been told twice this week that they've noticed that i don't eat 'normally'. Both times i brought the subject up. What i don't understand is that if they're so worried and concerned why don't they actually do something? Do they think that someone else will step in or that I don't matter enough to them so there for they don't care? I honestly don't understand. But it has made me far more confortable in my eating habits, as I know no one is going to do anything about it. Today has been quite a good day. My parents went up north for lunch so it was just me and my brother. He's a couple of years younger than me, so we tend to argue a lot but not today. In the morning i cooked him pancakes, and he pressured me into attempting to flip a pancake (I couldn't). Then for a few separate hours we did our own thing. Then at lunch we tried to use the new pie maker. His pie was pretty tasty, I'll give him that. Then we mad competitions to see who could do crunchies and push ups for the longest, and how many chin ups we oculd do. Then we watched Gossip Girl, which neither of us really like so we made fun of them all.

It was pretty much perfect.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line

I just want you all lo know that if you ever want to talk to me, drop a comment letting me know and I'll be happy to e-mail you with my advice. I want you to feel like you don't have to keep anything to yourself, 'cause I know from experience that bottling your feelings up only leads to you destroying yourself. I don't want that to happen to ANY of you. It can also be very good to hear an outsiders view, and talking about these things is very therapeutic. I admire all of you, and please never forget that you are all so wonderful.

Anyway, I've been doing all right lately. last week of school this week and I have two assignments that are due in and I have done next to nothing. I do not know how i will survive this week! I haven't slept at all in the past two days and I am about to crack. But I can't stop, not yet. I have to keep pushing on our I'll crack. If I stop and think I know that it'll be the end of me, and I'll breakdown again. I can't go back to that.

Just around the corner, I can almost taste it

So a lot has happened since the last time I posted. I've been seeing a counsellor, and I don't think she quite gets what I'm saying. But I don't really care cause i'm only going to give my friends a some peace of mind.

Today i went to a massive vintage jumble sale. It was so amazing. I bought a green pinstripe blazer (like a school uniform one), a red checkered shirt that has batwing sleeves and an amazing leather satchel! There were so many awesome looking girls there, and they were all so thin! It was like a minefield of thinspo.

my friend has gotten a membership at my gym so today we went to a spin class. I all most died. I didn't quite realise how intense it would be. At one point I literally thought that i was going to faint. It was that intense. But the instructer was so thin and toned, I pictured her as myself and that i was riding to get that body. Whenever I felt myself slowing down, I thought to myself "You have readers out there who actually bother to read your blog. Come on, don't disappoint them!" Then I would speed right back up. My legs are still burning. But I feel great!

The Versatile Blogger

The Rules:

1) thank the person who loved you enough to bestow you this gift.

2)Share seven things about yourself

3)nominate this award to 10 bloggers you think are badass

4)let your badass bloggers now you love them

So first off thank you sooo much Skylar (http://www.skyisthelimitskylar.blogspot.com/). I love your blog so much and this literally made my day. i was gonna come on here and rant, but I'll dave that for another post because I can't be upset now. So yeah, you're amazing and badass!

seven things you may not know about me

1) I have a crush on my maths tutor. He is so hot, and he's british! aaah, I know right!

2) I once made a cake explode.

3) I enjoy drinking by myself mor than i do with others.

4) I really badly want a pair of creepers shoes. The majority think they're hideous, but I envy people who have them.

5) I do have a Tumblr (http://www.fatalfemmes.tumblr.com/)

6) I have a phobia of birds, and that somone i know will find this blog.

7) I wish I lived in either London and new York.

So now to pass on the award torch too....

1)Ell - http://www.ajourneytobones.blogspot.com/

2) Miss Alisha - http://www.wemovebyinstinct.blogspot.com/

3) J - http://www.locatingwonderland.blogspot.com/

4) http://www.vertesbrescervicales.blogspot.com/

5) Kathyrn - http://www.kaathryn-xo.blogspot.com/

6) http://www.privatepublicconfessional.blogspot.com/

7) Elara - http://www.thincapacitated.blogspot.com/

8) Meg - http://www.perfectlybyana.blogspot.com/

9) http://www.wheresmyothershoes.blogspot.com/

10) Astrid - http://www.starvingastrid.blogspot.com/

so, um, yeah. Thank you so much!

just Floating

Thank you so much for all your support. I was at a real low point when I wrote that, and afterwards i called my friend. She came over and we talked. It was lovely. I decided i just need to change myself. So I went tothe gym and worked myself real hard.

10 minutes on the treadmill

10 minutes on the bikes

20 minutes on the rowing machine

10 minutes on the thigh weights

10 minutes on the arm weights

15 minutes on the ab machine

10 minutes on the vibrating thing

I am so sore and it's amazing. It's the best i've felt in such a long time. I've also died my hair. It's now a darker brown with black ends. I'm happy with it. It makes me feel different, and slightly reckless. I haen't eaten at all today, and am going out later to meet up with a friend for coffee, which I'm looking forward too.

Thank you so much for posting your e-mails and offering wisdom on the topic. It's great to know that i can lean on you guys when I need someone to talk too.

I'm Unzipped

I'm so sorry. I feel like such a disappointment to you all. I say that i'll do all this exercise and eat less, but I don't. I want to, but the motivation I Had a couple of months ago is gone. i hate feeling like this, and you all make me want to really give it my all. Please help me, i could really use your support right now. My life is a bit shit at the moment, I won't bore you with the details, and i could really use a helping hand even if you're a thousand miles away.
I've never been one to ask for help, I'm more a suffer in silence type of person, but I realise i can't do this on my own anymore. I need someone, anyone to get me back on my feet. I'm broken, and exposed and no one is even looking.
please help

Getting back on the horse

So since I posted last I've gotten sick. It's not serious just a harsh cold. But the best part is, is that my throat is to sore to eat. I can't even have a bit of soup without a stinging sensation burst through my throat. it hurst, but I've dropped a couple of kgs over the past three days. About 3 according to the scales. So that leaves me at 44kg, but I have a new goal weight. I want to reach 42 by my birthday this September.

It's along time, but I want to do it right so that I'm perfect. This means I'm cutting out high dairy products, such as full cream milk, and cheese (i never really liked cheese in the first place). I'm also not going to eat any carbs, except for perhaps once a week as apparently they do have some good qualities. Instead of breakfast I shall have a coffee and green tea (this kick starts my metabolism, and prolongs any hungry groans from my stomach). Also I'm having soup instead of a solid lunch. Soup is suppose to keep you fuller for longer, and I have already stocked the cupboards of 99% fat free tomato minotrone soup (76 cal). Then for dinner I shall pile my plate high with vegies, and a small portion of meet. Plus teo glasses of water before dinner. But I am stuck for what to do exercise wise. I know that I should do a mix of cardio and weights, but i don't really know how to put a regime together. Please help? I want to focus on my stomach and inner thighs. Any comments would be greatly appreciated. I love hearing from you all!

Lost

oh Gosh, I am such a terrible blogger! I've been so busy with homewrok, and i'm still so behind!

This week has definately not been a good one.

First I discovered that I've gained back the weight i put off, all due to one weekend of complete binge eating and drinking and not exercising after. So I'm back to square one.

Plus, my friends noticed that i cut. I now have to see the counsellor once a week, and i hate it. I've let my parents down. I've done that too much.

I don't even really know why i cut, I guess it was because it was the one thing I could control.

But now I can't control anything! The worst part is, is that no one understands. Absolutely no one I know, knows what I am going through. Even though I'm getting help, I still feel so alone.

Oh well, from this week onwards I will get back in control of my eating. I ahve to have control over something in my life. Eating and school, that where I shall control. I shall be perfect in those areas.

Walking away

I give up. I give up on M. As much as I like him I can't lose any more sleep over this. I haven't slept in two days, not kidding. My ex and I haven't talked, and I run away from m whenever i see him at school. I can't handle this anymore. I'm breaking down. I just can't deal with the pain and paranoia I'm feeling all the time. Does he like me? no, he definately doesn't. Wow, he just smiled at me in the corridor he doefinately does. He high fived my ex, he cares more about their friendship than he does starting one with me. He remebers my name of course he wnats to start something with me. my ex didn't say hello to me this morning he knows something. It's too much. It's far too much to comprehend. i have to walk away from it all before I lose myself. On the plus side I have finally reached my goal weight! 44kg here I am! But i still want that gap in my thighs, so I am going to concentrate on my thighs from now on, while trying to keep the rest of me in check. Any tips on how to get great thighs?

Petrified

he kissed me! We kissed! M and I kissed! i can't believe it. it finally happened.

It was on Saturday. We were at a party, and both a bit drunk. But still sober enough to know what we were doing. I was alone in the kitchen looking for an apple (I hadn't eaten all day), when he came up behind me and grabbed my waist, causing me to drop the fruit bowl. We both leaned down to pick up the fruit, and made awkward drunk conversation. Then as I was standing there holding the fruit bowl, he leaned in and kissed me. It was sloppy, and not the best but it happened.

I ran off awkwardly, I couldn't stay there. I was scared of what would happen afterward. We haven't talked since, and I'm not sure if my ex knows or not. I'm too scared, absolutely petrified.

i haven't eaten since. Not really, only a bit of fruit here and there. When i get stressed or scared i don't eat. I don't know why, I just don't. i also scratch at my skin. I cut my nails, but they still cut my skin. Not enough to leed, but I get red marks the next day. What on Earth am i going to do?

Clawing at myself

I didn't think I'd stoop this low. i never meant to get to this. I just want to be thin. Last night I cut myself. On purpose. I did it because i ate that cream bun. it was a pathetic cut, it barely bled, but what scares me is that i wanted to hurt myself. I was disappointed when it didn't bleed enough. What's worse? I want to try again. I'm not depressed. I cry more often, and i can't stand being around anyone but I swear i'm not depressed. Now I have another thing to hide from everyone. Another thing that'll tear me apart is just what I need right now.
I'm losing it, I really am. i can't take anything anymore. i want to get out of here. Go some place new, and start a fresh. But I can't so I have to escape in other ways. other ways that aren't good for me either. When did it get this fucking bad?

Interlude

So towards the end of january i took a break. A break from stressing about the numbers on the scales, and the calories that pass my lips. Well, I didn't really take a break, i mean there's this thing in my head now causing me to constantly wonder about the food i want to eat.

how many calories are in that? Can I burn it off easily? how long would it take? Does that mean i will have further restrict myself tomorrow? I don't want to stay fat. I can't stay fat. and then i put the food down and walk away, or stuff it in my mouth and don't even enjoy the taste. It's a never ending cycle. but towards the end of January i just shoved the food in my mouth with the breakable promise of I will restrict myself tomorrow lingering in my head.

i have come to realise that one of the reasons that we fall into the eating disorder trap is because we don't fully understand it. There just isn't enough education out there about it. Many think that it's a personal choice to have an eating disorder, but it isn't. it's a mental illness that can affect you throught out your entire life. It's not a switch that you can suddenly switch off, and that's what many don't understand. I myself have not been classified with and eating disorder, but i know from reading your blogs and personal experience how it can cripple you.

recently I saw a nutrionist with a friend -she plays tennis semi-professionally and has lots of trainers and dieticians. her name was Dr. Willis, and she truely opened my eyes to things I'd been missing. i thought to lose weight fast, you ate less and worked out more. All though this is true -kinda- it's much more effective if you do it 'healthily'. She told us that the best diet is one that is high protein, high fibre, and low carb. plus you should work out at least 3 times a week focusing on cardio and muscle building. the best type of protein is lean protein (chicken, fish) and that you should try to have some with every meal. 5-6 little meals a day, eating every two hours will keep your metabolism and energy up, which means that your body will burn fat for longer. Thank you Dr. Willis!

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