Saturday, January 21, 2012

A & B lead to C

It is not uncommon to fall down the winding path of self-destruction with an ED. Anorexics usually have qualities of perfectionism, persistent stubbornness, and obsessive compulsive tendencies. The are seen as unbuginging because of their strong will power and set guidelines, of which they can never stray. Bulimics are on a more radical scale, as their habits tend to be more cyclical than anorexics. They are extremists caught in a circle of poor impulse control, addiction, and are often drawn to extremities. However, the two do share a common playing ground of breaking points; self-revulsion and self-loathing can lead to self-harm (i.e. cutting.)

After my latest binge/purge, I was tipped to a breaking point where I made twenty slashes on my upper right thigh. I've never cut before, so this was a new experience entirely. With each cut, I felt my mind numb slightly more, as the anxieties of food drifted away to be replaced with the rising heat focused on my leg. I did not cry, instead watching how each long line paled on contact before pinking as the red came bubbling out.

But that was not the end--I feverishly scribbled terrible phrases and the word "fat" all over my body with a black marker. Standing in the shower two hours later, I could not help but find a hauntingly twisted beauty in how the blood swirled with the ink as the water sprinkled over the skin.

I've been told cutting is an addiction, as the cuts grow in quantity and depth with each breaking point of the soul.


Trying to avoid the serenity of the knife,
                                                 ~Noi


2 comments:

  1. A few months ago I cut myself too for the first time, at that moment I felt relief of all my emotions and later, in an strange way, I was proud of myself, but a week later I realised that that wasn't the right way of getting rid of the pain becuase cutting yourself leaves scars on your skin and on your soul.

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  2. i dont know what to say...there must be so much pain in your heart that you just don't know how else to let out...i used to cut everyday, addictively and i was proud of my scars...but they also reminded me everyday, whenever i saw them who i was, the depressed part of me that would follow me everywhere because the scars were always there and i couldnt escape that part of me like i sometimes could without the cuts staring back at me, piercing, reminding me...its twisted, its relief, but as santana said, it scars your soul and your body...one day you will look back and you will want to forget the cuts but you won't be able to...there are other ways to let out the pain, i really really hope that this won't turn into an addiction for you dear<3 stay strong!

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