Comments on: The Fragments http://www.findingmelissa.co.uk/2010/03/the-fragments/ Thu, 26 May 2011 14:45:53 +0200 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8 hourly 1 By: melissa http://www.findingmelissa.co.uk/2010/03/the-fragments/comment-page-1/#comment-1260 melissa Thu, 04 Mar 2010 13:56:58 +0000 http://www.findingmelissa.co.uk/?p=2014#comment-1260 Don't worry there! Am safe - think that's why I can let myself revisit it a bit. Don’t worry there! Am safe – think that’s why I can let myself revisit it a bit.

]]> By: Splinteredones http://www.findingmelissa.co.uk/2010/03/the-fragments/comment-page-1/#comment-1257 Splinteredones Thu, 04 Mar 2010 12:44:22 +0000 http://www.findingmelissa.co.uk/?p=2014#comment-1257 Wow. This sounds very disorganized. First, keep safe. Second, if doesn't have to make sense. Third, try to just let it be. It will appear as if will. Feeling much for you, hon. Remember firstly. Be Safe. Wow. This sounds very disorganized. First, keep safe. Second, if doesn’t have to make sense. Third, try to just let it be. It will appear as if will. Feeling much for you, hon. Remember firstly. Be Safe.

]]> By: Anon http://www.findingmelissa.co.uk/2010/03/the-fragments/comment-page-1/#comment-1254 Anon Thu, 04 Mar 2010 10:36:23 +0000 http://www.findingmelissa.co.uk/?p=2014#comment-1254 Gosh. Lots of things resonate here. Being told I was a fussy baby, never wanting to eat things so they had to spend ages trying to get me to eat. I went to Brownie camp once, and was so anxious I stopped eating. Then when people noticed, I kept it up till I was sent home. Feelings of being always bigger. Boys never wanting to play kiss-chase with me. Even my special pink outfit didn't make me feel special. Mum always on a diet, succeeding then failing. Giving us extra sweets because she couldn't have them. Telling me I always gave up at things. Growing up and getting my attention fix from men and boys, in ways that would've made me cry if it was anyone else. But it wasn't. Coming to university, getting bigger and a nurse pointing out how big I was on her BMI chart. Deciding this was it. Gosh. Lots of things resonate here.

Being told I was a fussy baby, never wanting to eat things so they had to spend ages trying to get me to eat.

I went to Brownie camp once, and was so anxious I stopped eating. Then when people noticed, I kept it up till I was sent home.

Feelings of being always bigger. Boys never wanting to play kiss-chase with me. Even my special pink outfit didn’t make me feel special.

Mum always on a diet, succeeding then failing. Giving us extra sweets because she couldn’t have them. Telling me I always gave up at things.

Growing up and getting my attention fix from men and boys, in ways that would’ve made me cry if it was anyone else. But it wasn’t.

Coming to university, getting bigger and a nurse pointing out how big I was on her BMI chart. Deciding this was it.

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