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lol I def think my ED is coming back. I hate my body so much. Really painful journey ahead im so exhausted by hating my body. I’ve lost 60 pounds and that’s great and now it’s like impatience n im like on the edge of turning every meal into a salad n working out till I feel dizzy. Ugh I just really hate that this never goes away.

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The Silence (Persian: سکوت‎, romanized: Sokut, Tajik: Сукут, romanized: Sukut) by Iranian film maker Mohsen Makhmalbaf, 1998.

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سکوت The Silence (1998) dir. Mohsen Makhmalbaf

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Reading the Piano teacher right now and :

Erika’s pleated skirt with its checkered pattern covers her knees not one millimeter too high or too low. She's also wearing a silk middy, which covers her torso precisely. Her briefcase is clamped under her arm as usual, tightly zipped up closed. Erika has closed everything about her that could be opened.

All Erika wants to do is watch. Here, in this booth, she becomes nothing. Nothing fits into Erika, but she, she fits exactly into this cell. Erika is a compact tool in human form.Nature seems to have left no apertures in her. Erika feels solid wood in the place where the carpenter made a hole in any genuine female. Erika's wood is spongy, decaying, lonesome wood in the timber forest, and the rot is spreading. Still, Erika struts around like a queen.

Erika watches very closely. Not in order to learn. Nothing stirs or moves within her. But she has to watch all the same.For her own pleasure. Whenever she feels like leaving, something above her energetically presses her well-groomed head back to the pane, and she has to keep looking. The turntable on which the beautiful woman is perched keeps revolving. Erika can't help it. She has to keep looking. She is off-limits to herself.