7.29.2010

i hate this. i really do.

this. this is what my friend wants. a size four, unblemished body. i'm scared of what she'll do to get there. scratch that, i'm terrified.

will she starve herself, count every last calorie?

will she try to make herself throw up, make sure that everything that goes into her body never reaches her hipbones?

will she excersie until she feels faint, until she can't take another step?

God, please don't let this happen to her. not to my baby girl; my sister. why are you leaving her out in the cold? You said You'd never forsake us...so why is she suffering? please, just take her pain away. give it to me. i can handle it. i'll get help. but she, she never will. i love her desperately. don't let her fall.

"so tell me, what is our ending? will it be beautiful? so beautiful?"

7.28.2010

beautiful beginnings


oh dear beautiful lovelies,

as you may have already guessed, i am new to the blogosphere. many times i have begun blogs, and never returned to complete them. i desperately hope this isn't one of those times.

my name is isis (like the flower but with an "s"). well, not really, but i wish it were. i am 15. i am obsessed with butterflies, nature, photography, and music. and i despise capital letters. unless referring to God, i don't use capitals. of course, in school, i'm a good little girl and write correctly. but this isn't school, now is it?

i am an odd specimen of a girl. i've had many things happen in my life that i'm not a fan of. like depression. that wasn't the greatest time for me. or my first best friend being raped, killed, and thrown in the trashcan. that wasn't so hot either. in fact, that brought on the depression. i've had a brief stint with anorexia (by brief, i mean a month or so). in fact, one of my now-best-friends suffers from bulimia and anorexia. *sigh* i've tried to stay strong through it all, but it's not the easiest. oh, and let's not forget my long-standing addiction to pornography. yes, i'm a girl; yes, it happens. not pleasant, either. still trying to get over it, in fact.

i believe in God with all my heart, all my soul, all my strength. He is my rock, my shelter. He pulled me out of depression, out of misery. i have no one to praise but Him. He is the reason i am free, even though i put myself back in the chains sometimes.

so what's your story? what's your greatest desires, you're greatest fears?

xoxo,
isis