on the bright side, i love my counselor. she's very sweet& very smart as a therapist should be. she doesn't care when i can't answer a question&she's never in a hurry to get me out of her office. i had like 5 minutes left&i asked if she understood cutting because after 6ish years of it, i don't get it at all. so she took the time to explain. then at the end, "it can be the same way with eating disorders." "which i don't have." "right." she winked at me. i do still feel like a loon when she talks about the 4 years she worked in the adolescent ward of a hospital. you know, that theycanseemybrain feeling you get around anyone who has a whole fucking lot of knowledge about what you're battling? oops. i mean i'm not battling an eating disorder, of course not, my eating is oh-so-perfectly normal. god. eventually she's going to ask me about that stuff. but not yet. cheers.
the girl on the right even has a cute name. we got in trouble together in algebra class freshman year. stay strong today, lovelies.
xoxo
zette
p.s. when i'm not eating, the healthy piece of my brain always tries to convince the sick part to compromise. the sick part wins. no lettuce for me.
p.p.s. not a big fan of the new blogger layout. but this is the only time i'll complain about it.
Love the picture, even when they're less dressed up, skinny girls look about a thousand times better than larger ones. And the new layout makes me want to scream. I figured out how to turn it off (it's under the little gear thing that has the settings in the top right corner) but it's only a matter of time before it's permanent. God, no.
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