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About – The Confessionalist Booth
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From the Desk of a Former Angsty Teenage Poet. If you’re anything like me, you probably wrote poetry in the greener days of your youth. Like, a lot. And it was probably dripping with unadulterated angst and rhyming excessively, in weird places, badly. But hopefully you, too, learned a thing or two over the years, through much trial and just as much error, about crafting poems and have blossomed into a better wordsmith. In case you want to get to know that side of my life). It’s what I admire so strongly ...
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About – More Than Just the Food
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More Than Just the Food. Regaining Weight. Remaining Positive. Recovering Life. There are many parts of my story, and I want to share them all in utter transparency with you on this blog so that it might give you hope in your struggle, make you feel less alone, or, if you yourself do not have an ED, give you insight for that friend or family member who is battling all and any type of eating problem. Let’s do this. Let’s regain that weight, remain positive, and recover life. Together. The Deep End Diaries.
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The Welcome Post – More Than Just the Food
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More Than Just the Food. Regaining Weight. Remaining Positive. Recovering Life. December 6, 2016. Hey there new reader! And if I’m dead, which is the only alternative to recovering. How can I expect to be the embarrassing maid-of-honor at my little sister’s wedding or enjoy the fruits of my efforts to make it as a writer? One Step Forward, Two Steps Back. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). There was an e...
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Mary Sukala – More Than Just the Food
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More Than Just the Food. Regaining Weight. Remaining Positive. Recovering Life. One Step Forward, Two Steps Back. One Step Forward, Two Steps Back. December 19, 2016. December 6, 2016. Hey there new reader! The Deep End Diaries. My Deviant Art Page. More Than Just the Food. View Full Profile →. Follow More Than Just the Food on WordPress.com. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 4 other followers.
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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back – More Than Just the Food
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More Than Just the Food. Regaining Weight. Remaining Positive. Recovering Life. One Step Forward, Two Steps Back. December 19, 2016. ED smacks us square in the face like a concrete-encased Five Dollar Foot Long and we’re up at 2 am fixing ourselves the third amply portioned dish we’ve had in the past hour after a day of eating nothing but half a bottle of orange juice and a banana. What did you find? 2 thoughts on “ One Step Forward, Two Steps Back. December 27, 2016 at 5:41 am. 乁( ω 乁) ( ω ) ( ω ) ( ω ).
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“Confessionalist” by Mary Sukala – The Confessionalist Booth
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From the Desk of a Former Angsty Teenage Poet. 8220;Confessionalist” by Mary Sukala. As a first post, I felt it only fitting to put up a poem that is closely tied to the name of this chunk of cyberspace. I wrote this a while back, when I first stumbled upon my all time favorite poet, Sylvia Plath. There was something addictive about her cool-as-all-get-out tone. I clamored to find more poets like her and discovered the tribe of poets known as the “ Confessionalists. My people are unsmiling, as if. My peo...
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October 2016 – The Confessionalist Booth
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From the Desk of a Former Angsty Teenage Poet. 8220;blue winter wood” by Mary Sukala. We built Us with a capital U. A treehouse in a blue winter wood. The one we stumbled upon together. In the dead center of our clasped hands). You pounded every nail into every board. I tarped a makeshift roof over the frame. And even when it was nowhere near finished i pulled you inside. And with an eyebrow cocked and a goofy grin, you called it a good place. Then you put the hammer to bed for just an hour. But one day ...