Response
I started writing this as a comment to one of The Hestia Chronicles recent posts but it grew so big that I didn’t want to spam her comments window:
Wow, that quote is beautiful. I’ve been reading some pro-anorexia sites lately (not because I’m anorexic, more that I have an insatiable curiousity) and they are filled with girls like that, who hate themselves so much that they cut themselves with razors and punish themselves for eating. And I think, damn but I’m glad I’m not a teenager anymore. And I think, damn but I don’t want my girls to go through that horrible self-hatred thing. And I think, damn, I used to hate myself a lot but now it’s turned into a sort of grudging like. And I think, damn but it sucks that you go through all that crap when you’re so young and don’t have the defenses and experience to know that it too shall pass.
When I was a teenager my dad went to the ice cream store and got some ice cream for my mom and me. Nobody asked him to, he just did it to be nice. He brought me some pistachio ice cream. I didn’t like pistachio ice cream. Instead of thanking him for it and quietly disposing it, I bitched at him for what seemed like hours about how he should have gotten me something different. What a little shit I was. I am so not looking forward to when the girls hit that age. I pray they won’t be as awful as I was. And I wish I had the time with my parents to let them know I became a mostly respectable and mature person who appreciates what they did for me.