Goddesses Of Eating Disorders

Goddesses Of Eating Disorders

This tale is told by a weaver who sits in a hut full of fibers and threads, some brightly colored and others dark. And within this hut the weaver's hands spin tales of ancient heros, mythic beasts, enchanted lands, and tragic events that encompass the world over, for she weaves the web that is the tapestry of life. Listen as she weaves the story of one poor soul within her loom, whose tragedy touches us all.

There was once a child with eyes as blue as the sea and a unique beauty all her own. But as clear and as vivid as her eyes shown, they were also blinded to the real shape of truth. For as she grew and blossomed into womanhood, she was captivated by the beautiful images her world projected on her. And so this young woman desired more than anything else in the world to capture that illusive beauty and keep it as her own. So she pushed herself further and harder with each passing day, but she never seemed to come closer to her desire, for it remained always just out of her reach. She was so enwrapped in the image of what she thought she should be that she began to believe that others saw the same distorted image of what she saw in the mirror, someone unworthy of love because she was fat and ugly.

And after dieting and exercising until she was weak with exhaustion and hunger, she turned away from her family and friends wit the decision to stop eating altogether.

And with the advent rise of a new pseudo-pagan movement of worshiping the Goddesses of Eatting Disorders, Mia (Bolemia) and Ana (Anorexia) , she found support for her line of reasoning and her distorted views. She would pray to them, as her peers had taught, 'Please make me thin and beautiful.' And she would smile knowingly and laugh secretly with her new found friends, as they all spoke of how they dated Ed (eating disorder) .

Before she knew it and without her seeing even then, she was a walking skeleton living in a waking nightmare. She walked close to death, without even realizing she was in any danger, because in her mind she was still not thin when she gazed into the mirror. And so, when death came to claim her soul, she wore an expression of surprise on her face, as she finally realized the truth.

Watch as the weaver's hands point to the end of the thread she holds as she snips it from the loom. Another thread to short in length and another story to short in duration. And as it is woven into the tapestry and the weaver moves onto another thread, the story is finished long before it should have ended. And yet, sadly, it is done.



Author's Notes: My prayers go out to anyone who suffers from an eating disorder, or is sharing the pain of a family member or friend who has an eating disorder. It is heart breaking to watch. May the Goddess protect all who suffer from this illness.