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Reality & Expectations of Recovery by breatheforeverypart
Fandoms: Black Widow (Movie 2020), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Black Widow (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
04 Nov 2022
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*Inhales* Okay.
My plan is chronicle the origins of Natasha's eating disorder(s) throughout her life. Eating disorders, like trauma disorders are rooted in many experiences. Contrary to popular belief, eating disorders are not vain. They are not a fad. They are enmeshed in relationships, attachment issues, anxiety, depression, and a plethora of other things I can't think of at the moment.
*Exhales.* Please tread carefully while you read this. I am warning you now that I have written many thoughts that have been my own.
Many experiences that are depicted have personal origins. Heed my tags, the chapters may be short, but the content is going to be angsty and dark.
Thank you.
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- Part 1 of The Illusion & Allure of Control
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Nightmares of Nutcrackers by breatheforeverypart
Fandoms: Black Widow (Movie 2020), Black Widow (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Hawkeye (Comics)
03 May 2021
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Natasha’s forehead touched the painted tote bag. The leathery smell of the ballet slippers stymies her understanding of the present. She tips into a canyon of trauma. Laura skids to her, her leggings collecting dust from the floor as her knees bumped against Nat’s back.
The speed at which Natasha bounced between reality and saturated nightmares is astonishing. Yelena risks sticking her tongue out at Madam’s back. Laura brushed her hair behind her hair, stroking her scalp. Both sestras cannot exist simultaneously.
Natasha is losing her mind. She is marble breaking under the pressure of a sadistic artist’s tools. The mirrors tattle on her sestra, resulting in the systematic breaking of every girl’s smallest toe. They dance for hours until their pointe shoes are squishy with blood. She cannot feel her feet, but the execution of the choreography is all that matters.
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- Part 11 of Natasha's Life