Today little sister cracks open
a second egg and mom’s eyes
dart across the kitchen.

‘You are not supposed to eat
more than one egg a day
you know that is far
too much cholesterol.’

The first meal I ate at the hospital
was a two-egged omelette
drenched in cheese.
My mother sat across from me
while the nurses and social workers
retaught her how to feed me.

They told her I was not allowed
to hide cheese under my plate,
or pick off the tortilla shell
and avoid the egg yolk.

They told her there were new rules, now
3000 to 5000 calories a day,
every day
no more sugar-free jello
egg whites
and tea

That night we went to the grocery store
and felt the world tilt upside down
We walked passed the low fat,
no cholesterol
sugar-free
Until we hit the goldmine:
poppyseed muffins,
ice cream bars
whole milk
full fat butter.
Foods that would make my heart beat regularly again
and put life back in my eyes.

Today I tell my mother I think it is fine
for little sister to eat two eggs,
cholesterol be damned.

But she looks me in the eye and says
“It’s different for you.”

This is the same phrase she repeats
when I ask her why she does not want us to cook noodles
for mother’s day dinner
or why she is not eating sugar
this week.

It is a phrase which means:
because you showed so much control
that you grew out of control
You are Hereby Exempt
from the Dieting Culture

It is a phrase which means,
‘I am drawing a firm line
between the South Beach diet
The No-Carb diet
The No-Sugar diet
The Atkins diet
The You Are Inherently Flawed and in Need of Fixing
Diet

and illness.’

Because nobody likes to think about the fact
that perhaps we are all playing with fire
that perhaps The American Dream
(and by this I mean weight loss)
is nothing but a smokescreen.
That perhaps shrinking oneself successfully
does not actually move mountains,
paint your soul in bright gold,
or part the seas.

That perhaps making ourselves disappear
won’t fix the real problems
our good intentions will never
pave the path to heaven.

Tomorrow when I wake up
I am going to breathe in the morning air
and thank the universe for poppyseed muffins,
ice cream bars
whole milk
full fat butter

I am going to change the world

and fry two eggs for breakfast.

Sarah T, Two Eggs (via comemorningslight)

(via secret-sighs)

Lazy or Genius?

You know you’re lazy when you’re wearing cropped jeans so you shave 2 inches of your ankle.

fefifofum

allisonmckelvey:

my daddy tied a string to a wiggling tooth 
and he swore on the bible that he would not pull.

there was so much blood.

it was then i learned to never trust a man 
with your bones in his hands.

he will grind you up to
make his bread with the dust.

(Source: alliemck)

who decided that the diet mags go in the women’s section
and the ones about music and science are on the men’s side?
these days you can’t flat out say
“this isn’t for your kind”
but it’s obvious to me how you feel
I need to thin, trim, and pretty
reading about how to plan a wedding
how to bake a cake- but shed those pounds
while you shred on your guitar
well you can shred me to pieces but i wont do what you ask
i can bake a fucking cake and i can wear a dress
but don’t you dare think that means i can’t like good music
and know a thing or two about science
dont you dare think that just because i’m a woman
i’m not strong enough to do anything i set my mind to not my place?- elisabeth cox (via tinyghostkid)
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