Me and the Blonde

I see the same people in the Park every morning, though now, some of who I call the seasonals are out that don’t run in the winter, like the 15 or so stalwarts, me being one along with a tall, beautiful blonde.

Despite her beauty, she’s almost spectral in appearance suffering from a clear case of eyesore anorexia, resembling a charcoal drawing, in flight.

I’ve been accused of being too thin, but if you placed me alongside her, I’d look plump which brings me to a painful childhood memory.

My mother, having major control issues, would overfeed me. If I didn’t comply, I’d be punished. My bedroom was in the attic with no bathroom, so being legitimately sick, would hurl into my wastepaper basket. You can imagine what that smelled like in an hour or two, since I had no way of emptying it, so my mother eventually sniffing it out like a bloodhound with pots, would  punish me anyway.

If only it would have been, no supper for you young lady, but no chance.

But back to the blonde whose story I don’t know. I’ve actually seen her on the avenue dressed well, all eyes and cheekbones, legs like a rag doll’s with angles that could easily pierce.

Think E.T., with highlights…

a semicolon in pumps.

I wonder what she sees when she looks in the mirror. I’m betting it’s not what others see, a very sad, sick girl whose perception of herself is distorted and untrue.

Whether denying herself or purging, she’s headed towards Karen Carpenter Way and we know what happened to her.

I wonder if their mothers overfed them too.

I wish I could ask, but alas, one’s gone and the other, well…manners prevail, so praying for her will have to do.    


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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36 Responses to Me and the Blonde

  1. What a sad young woman! It’s good of you to pray for her. As always I love your descriptions, especially a semicolon in pumps.


    • Anne, she’s so thin, it’s almost an illusion you hope you’re seeing. She also favors black tights, and trousers so you can imagine how her legs, as she prances because they are very long, like an undernourished racehorse, must appear. And sad it is since, any food disorder takes up your life. Just read about Princess Diana who was very open about hers to the chagrin of Buckingham Palace.


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, her plight is so sad.
    One of my cousins and the wife of my Pookie’s business partner each suffered from anorexia. My cousin did so because her husband was a handsome photographer surrounded by models. After they divorced, she rebounded and became a healthy thin. The partner’s wife did so due to childhood abuse by an uncle. Unfortunately, it claimed her life after a decade of suffering.
    I hope the blonde is able to realize her true worth.


    • Both your stories have me thoughtful. The first I totally get, being surrounded by what is supposed to be perceived as beautiful when it truly is not. The second…so sad. As far as the blonde goes, she’s been that way for a very ling time. I do know it depletes one’s body after a while to the point where you’ll suffer from more than a distorted view of yourself. In any event…we learn from bearing witness. Thanks, as always.

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  3. The very problem with manners. You can’t ask. Prayers will help.


  4. Patricia says:

    When I was young, I was a skinny mini but not anorexic. These days skinny mini is but a memory. Since I retired, I have gained 30 pounds. I’m not fat, but there is a pudginess about me. 😊
    Prayer is a wonder, and I encourage you to pray for the blonde as you are led.

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  5. robprice59 says:

    Private hell on public display makes us all feel helpless. Sad story Susannah.

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  6. Sorryless says:

    It’s so damned sad, what goes on in the name of body image.

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  7. Robin Saikia says:

    Terrible if such things are rooted in childhood, as they often are. Meanwhile, the brighter side of the coin:


  8. You handle painful subjects like anorexia with such heart and wit. I think that’s one of your strongest points. Besides the descriptions, as I said on the last piece. A semicolon in pumps. That image will be with me all year.

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  9. Sad indeed. The image in the mirror can be powerful and devastating.


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