Avalanche (sullen_girl_526) wrote in e_d_quotes,

New To Community!!

I'm 22 and ED-NOS "up and down" (i guess you can say) for i honestly dont even know how long...i've had issues since i was very young and dont really know WHEN it started qualifying as a disorder lol...complicated story...if you want to add me as a friend this is my "other" journal and i'm always open to new friends and looking for support so just look at my interests and if you think you wouldn't hate me feel free to add me and i'll add back!!

I love the idea of this community...quotes/lyrics are great...I have a lot that could apply but for now i'll just put the lyrics to one song.

I don't know if anyone's ever heard it before, but it's called "4 st. 7lb." and it's by the manic street preachers...The guy who wrote it is rumored to have had an eating disorder but wrote the song from a female perspective. 

Days since I last pissed,
cheeks sunken and despaired.
So gorgeous, sunk to Six Stone,
lost my only remaining home.
See my third rib appear,
a week later all my flesh disappears.
Stretching taut - cling-film on bone,
I'm getting better.

Karen says I've reached my target weight,
Kate and Emma and Kristen know it's fake.
Problem is, diet's not a big enough word.
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view.
I want to walk in the snow
and not leave a footprint.
I want to walk in the snow
and not soil its purity.

Stomach collapsed at five,
lift up my shirt - my sex is gone.
Naked and lovely and 5 stone 2,
may I bud and never flower.
My vision's getting blurred,
but I can see my ribs,
and I feel fine.

My hands are trembling stalks,
and I can feel my breasts are sinking.
Mother tries to choke me with roast beef,
and sits, savoring her sole rivitta,
"That's the way you're built," my father says -
my coccoon shedding...
I want to walk in the snow
and not leave a footprint.
I want to walk in the snow
and not soil its purity.
Kate and Kristen and Kit-Kat,
all things I like looking at,
too weak to fuss,
too weak to die -
choice is skeletal in everyone's life -
I starve to frenzy.
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires.
Legs bent, stockinged, I am Twiggy,
and I don't mind the horror that surrounds me.
Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore -
I've long since moved to a higher plateau.
This discipline's so rare, so please applaud.
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so.
Yeah, 4 stone 7, an epilogue of youth.
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse.
I've finally come to understand life
through staring blankly at my navel.

Those are the full lyrics to the song...For my icon i put the picture of the guy that wrote it (obsessed, much??)...I bolded the parts that i repeat/sing to myself the most...
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