Remember this? Does anyone want to play a part in the sequel? 😛
I got up this morning, looked in my wardrobe and decided that it was a day for jeans. Thanks to a decade of EDNOS preceding the last three years of anorexia I have clothes in three sizes (I threw everything in the fourth, smallest size out a couple of months back), so I have a pile of things that have been too big me for a while sitting in my wardrobe underneath the clothes that are hung up. I realised that I hadn’t worn jeans in a while and lo and behold, when I tried on the ones currently in circulation they DID fit, but I certainly wouldn’t want to eat/sit/bend over/breathe while wearing them 😛 and by the way, this didn’t bother me in the slightest. Weird, eh? I wore these jeans all through my first term in York (the ones that got burned in May were my second term, really-sick jeans) so I was a good 10-15lbs smaller and a good 10-15lbs more miserable and zombified when they did fit me, it’s no great loss! Anyway, I had a root around in my wardrobe, found my pile of next-size-up-jeans, and discovered some that were a perfect fit.
But that still leaves me with the question of what to do with these:
Since they are too tatty to go to charity, I considered a number of devious endings (including the boring option of just throwing them away!) but then I thought of a better idea. I am going to put it to my readers!
What do you want to see happen to these jeans? I’ve done burning already – if I don’t get any more creative suggestions I would not be averse to a little more pyromania 😛 but I would really like to do something different this time. The more original and the more twisted, the better. I have some ideas so if no one can come up with anything that’s fine, I will have my own wicked way with them, but it would be so much more fun if I could act out someone else’s idea of the perfect method of death for anorexic jeans!
Answers in the comments! 😉