I’ve been off Ficly for awhile and have been writing only sporadically (although I’ve missed it – writing and Ficly – dearly) and it doesn’t seem to come as naturally or flow as easily as it used to. Maybe it’ll just take some time for me to get back into the swing of things!

I think this works on a number of levels. I like the sensual imagery (sucking all the sickly sweet juice… swirling it around in her mouth… rip the next one open with her teeth_) which becomes grotesque later on (_shove herself full of food until every crack and crevice was filled [Yuk.]). Also like the carefully suggested sense of neurosis, as she huddles in the dark methodically working her way through the box and flinching at every passing car. And telling, of course, that she attempts to find comfort in the least nourishing and satisfying of foods: icepops. Symbolically leaching all the savour out of life, leaving a lump of cold, bland ice. All in all, a nice bit of writing. Hope you stick around, I’d like to read more.

Heck of a return and welcome back. Very painful and definitely gets across this feeling of the eating being a ritual and not just, “Mmm, I like ice pops.” Nicely and convincingly told.

As everyone else has mentioned the imagery of the ice pops was very vivid. I was most interested by the question of why she flushed when her roommate stirred. Why was she gorging herself in the first place? Quite intriguing.

hm, maybe I didn’t tell that quite right – I imagine the flushing (and the purging before it) took place not immediately after the roommate stirring. If it was like “…when” do you think that would convey it better? I didn’t mean the two to be linked really.

I get that is was about bulimia. She wasn’t eating to enjoy the popsicles, but to feel gross and do something concrete about it. Maybe she can flush away the part of her that tells her she is terrible; the part that keeps her up at night.

Ah. I misinterpreted “flushed”. I thought it was the kind of flushed that brings color to a person’s cheeks not flushing the toilet. My mistake.

Edited to try and make it a little clearer!

Really lovely imagery, very poignant snapshot into the mind of someone struggling with an eating disorder.

I’m with you on the having been away from Ficly for a while (and the sporadic writing). I’ve had other responsibilities, other projects, but just posted up my first new Ficly story in quite some time. Keep writing. You’ll flex that muscle and find that the writing gets easier again.

Vivid description of bulimia but then it doesn’t necessarily have to be that if you read it in another way. For instance I loved the very well observed description of her having to wrap up her hand to hold the ice-pop and the way she describes herself as so hot yet she is wearing a hoodie inside. She could be going through some strange metamorphosis , her behaviour seems almost feral . Her flinches each time the cars pass comes over as one of those adrenalin fueled fight or flight reactions. Its a very intriguing piece would like to know where you could take it.