I decided to just post it here and not on my private blog, mostly because I want to share my artwork here. I quit individual therapy the day I was able to see a look of horror on my therapist’s face.  I knew from day one that she was not going to be able to help me anyway. 

She was too nuturing for my recalcitrant brain and she frustrated me more than she helped.  I liked her in group, but that is only because I can talk to other people who get it.

I hate my body.  I hate everything about it.  I long to be feather thin, but I am unwilling to torment myself.  I started painting (again) after quitting therapy.  I needed an outlet for my thoughts.

 The first thing I did was body prints.  Part of me hoped that I would learn to appreciate my body more, but I don’t.  I do have a slightly more realistic view of what my body looks like.  Even though I can see that I have gained weight, I can also see that I am still thin.  you have seen the first few.