Why I'm NakedWhy I'm Naked7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In my life, Ive been through practically everything there is for a young girl to fear. Ive been sexually abused by a man I trusted, Ive gone through anorexia and bulimia, recovered, relapsed, and then recovered again. Ive been addicted to self mutilation, and been betrayed by the people Ive trusted the most. Ive been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder, and a painful, crippling, physical disability. So why do I pose nude? Its simple really. I pose nude because its my therapy.
I pose nude because I need to feel in control. I need to feel that I can trust myself, my instincts and my judgment. I need to know that the people I choose to be around, really do deserve my trust, and will treat it with the respect it, and I, deserve. I dont trust many people anymore. I used to be very trusting, very open, but all that changed a long time ago, when a man that I thought loved me, sexually abused and sta
Meal InterruptionsMeal Interruptions9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
She stood on the badly shingled rooftop, cold rain drops beating down on her pale skin, soaking through her torn jeans and ratty t-shirt. She stared out at the dull neighborhood which lay beneath her. Cars always occupied the four lane road and someone could always be spotted beneath the light of the street lamps.
A convenient store stood only four driveways down and a small plaza just beyond that causing traffic of all kinds to buzz past her. So it would be safe to assume that someone would notice if anything out of the ordinary was to occur, say for instance a small woman standing on a rooftop in the rain.
Though as she stood on the badly shingled rooftop in the pouring rain, drenched to the bone, no one uttered a word. Cars still sailed past exhaling their toxic fumes, people still stood under street lamps, and the convenient store was always open, though no one mentioned the girl on the rooftop.
She stood on the rooftop in the pouring rain for four days.
On the fifth day lightening