Monday, 25 October 2010

Nothing to confess

There's one requisite for a confession, doubt that you are guilty.  When there's none. When you're body is "guilty" you cannot. You have no room.

Until fat people are allowed to be people again. Our confessions, however real and heartfelt will continue to be devalued. They'll offer no catharsis, no relief, or no direction.

It is the beginning middle and end narrative of a confession. The denial, the struggle, the acceptance and the bearing witness that gives one an idea of where to go next.

Without that, it's just a damaging compulsion to repeat, repeat, repeat..............

Seeking, a result it cannot provide. Knowing there's something missing, but not knowing quite what.

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