Pictures Speak A Thousand Words.

This photo really did something for me. 

On one of my many journeys through the internet, I discovered this picture. I have many journeys through the divine world of the internet, but I never usually come across "inspirational" things. Maybe they like to avoid me, or maybe I'm just really bad at finding cool things. But whatever, I found it, and I didn't want to be greedy and keep it to myself - I thought you should all see it. The unspoken words this picture speaks is pretty obvious: reach for the stars.  I know I'm not very original, but however simple, this picture is beautiful, and it made me realize just how possible it is to reach for the stars, if only we give ourselves the chance. Forget that saying "The sky's the limit"; there is no limit, we only create them for ourselves. Human nature can really be a bitch sometimes.
So my lovelies, reach for your stars, reach for your dreams. Even if you don't grasp those stars with both hands, you did your best, and your best is all that you can do. Those stars will always be there as a reminder that you can do it, if only you try, and stop doubting yourselves. (I do need to take my own advice, I know.)

Hint hint? 

I just realized that one of those say "Humgry" instead of "Hungry"... Small things amuse small minds.
...Anyway. This one is very obvious too. We deny ourselves the feeling of hunger, but inside our body is really screaming out for food and nourishment.
I shouldn't tell you this, but this photo is actually from a cannibal movie, I'm pretty sure, and this is the basement. The house really existed... Hah. Okay I'm sorry that was weird!

But in all seriousness, it's the same sort of situation. We've locked our realistic, logical minds in the basement, and in its pain and anguish, expresses itself in physical ways. We go without noticing, but the signs are there. It's all there, we just don't see it, because our real minds are locked in the basement we put it in. 

Well, that was pretty deep, coming from me.

Pictures may speak a thousand words, but so do I.

I went for a walk earlier, Christmas shopping for my mother, of all things. I came out of a shop, and got the shock of my life. In front of me was a woman with her husband and a baby. Normal, right? Only this woman was about half the size of me. Length-ways, not height. Now, I know I'm probably in no situation to be commenting on others' physical appearance - for all I know she could be terminally ill. But it just... Hurt. It hurt to look at her, as horrible as that sounds. My heart went out to her, my heart hurt for her. But ED had a lot to say about it, too.
Why aren't you as thin as her? God, you're fat. Look at you, compared to her!
I almost felt jealous of her. Which sickens me. Why would I, how could I, be jealous of a woman in the situation she was in? It didn't make sense. I was second-guessing myself. I don't know if it triggered me, but it made me aware of the physical weight I've put on. I should be happy that I fill out my jeans now, that my ass isn't a pancake, that I don't have to wrap my belt around me sixteen times so my jeans stay up. Should be. But I'm not. And it really doesn't make sense.

I really am terribly sorry if this is triggering in any way, but I needed to let it out, talk it through with you ladies first, before I tell my parents, if I tell my parents. I know what they'll say. "You have no right... You probably look like her... You're not in your right mind to be commenting on others... You should be worrying about your state..." and fair enough. But it's not what I want to hear. It's a hard world. 

Well, positive and negative today. I hope they evened out a bit. 

Love, love, love.