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Beauty in the Breakdown

oh it's so amazing, yeah

Created on 2008-01-15 04:05:52 (#14679224), last updated 2008-02-23

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Name:hey there delilah
Birthdate:01-19
Location:Connecticut, United States
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"Death is at your shoulder, death is your shadow, your scent, your waking and dreaming companion...The sickness occupies your every thought, breaths like a lover at your ear; the sickness stands at your shoulder in the mirror, absorbed with your body, each inch of skin and flesh, and you let it work you over, touch you with rough hands that thrill."

"You will not stop. The pain is necessary, especially the pain of hunger. It reassures you that you are strong, can withstand anything, that you are not a slave to your body, you don't have to give in to its whining."
--Wasted

I don't give in to my body's whining.


I'm Harper. I'm a dancer, an actor, a high-school student, a girl from Connecticut.

And I will be thin. I will be so thin--so shockingly thin--that I'll be a scandal in public; watch the ripple of disturbance in the crowd as I turn heads, leaving whispers of alarm and intrigue in my wake. Because I will be the girl standing--so delicately--among awed and concerned onlookers as someone slips a protective arm around my wasted shoulders for fear I should break; a skeletal grin curls my rouged lips. Watch as I defy gravity, I'll say, watch as I sweep the scoreboard in the game between the thin and weightless, surpassing Thinner, dancing full-speed ahead to Thinnest. A dance most macabre. Laughing. Cruel.

I will be perfection. The clothes that flutter delicately over a rack of skin and bone that moves with all the fragility and poise in the world shall be never-before-witnessed grace. Haughty discipline to be found in the sinews of my arm and the concave space between my hipbones. And when my ribs crack for frailty and I'm dizzy in the head and falling, falling, empty as air, light as a feather, only then can I say it:

It's finally Enough. I am a wasted dancing skeleton. I am Perfection. I am gone.


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