The Runaway Muse


A personal blog

Once a nomad…

I’m switching blog hosts…again.  WordPress may have a shiny interface, but I really missed customizing my own layout from scratch.  I’ve wanted to go in a different direction with my blog for awhile.  What that direction is, I’m not sure–but hopefully moving blogs will give me the chance to find out.  So without further ado, I give you the new and soon-to-be-improved Runaway Muse.


Filed under: Announcements

Please, remember me

Since I got back to Illinois, the weather has been anything but cheery.  This afternoon, the rain let up long enough for me to snap a few pictures in the tangle of bushes tucked away in our suburban yard.

I have never posted a picture of myself sans makeup before.  This past week I have been battling a tonsil infection, which is anything but glamorous, so pardon my deadpan expression.

Filed under: Photography

DIY Fringe Tank Top

Sometimes when I have nothing better to do, I like to pretend that I have loads of money to spend on clothes and browse fancy online boutiques.  Even if I never end up buying anything (read: 99.5% of the time), I love looking at the pretty pictures and getting fashion inspiration.  One of my favorite websites is  Their look is very bohemian–earthy, flowy, and hippie-esque.  Every time I visit I end up drooling over the photos and wishing I was married to a wealthy Italian prosthodontist so I could afford to buy every single item in the shop.  That, and build a massive treehouse mansion with my own personal library.  But that’s going a bit too far, isn’t it?

The point is that yesterday I was browsing Free People’s new arrivals when I happened upon this tank top:

Now, I love fringe.  Don’t get me wrong.  I’ve just always been afraid to wear it in public, fearful that I will be a) mistaken as a biker chick or b) worse, a cowherd escaped from ancient Mesopotamia.  When I saw this tank top, however, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could pull it off.  The problem, as always, was the price tag.  No way was I paying $78 plus shipping costs for a flimsy tank top.  But what if I could make something similar myself?

I’ve had this oversized Radiohead t-shirt since Christmas break, when I bought it from Urban Outfitters thinking that it would drape on me with the graceful carelessness with which it draped on the stick-thin model.  As you can see from the above picture, it ended up making me look like I was wearing a pillowcase.  Because of this, I never wore it, which was a pity because it’s such an awesome design.  So it was the perfect candidate for my experiment to replicate the tank top by Free People.

After quite a bit of scissor work, this was the finished result:

Behold the fringe!

I’m quite proud of myself for how well it turned out, especially since I didn’t follow a tutorial and was acting completely on impulse.  Absolutely no sewing was involved, and the entire project only took about an hour to complete.  I only wish I had taken pictures during the transformation process so I could post step-by-step directions on this blog.  Let me know what you guys think!

Filed under: Arts and Crafts, Photography

50 Things To Do This Summer

1. Get a job (preferably at Starbucks if everything works out)

2. Dye my hair blue, like this

3. Take a day trip or two (or three) to Chicago

3. Make coconut ice cream from scratch

4. Wear peasant skirts

5. Wake up early and bike 20 miles

6. Climb a massive tree

7. Make more stop-motion films

8. Do more photography in general

9. Get my ears pierced with my 10 year-old sister (it will be my second time and her first time)

10. Do this to my black clothes

11. Have my 17 year-old brother teach me to play the guitar

12. Make rainbow cake in a jar

13. Spend the day at the mall trying on clothes I would never buy in a million years

14. Go to the beach and not get sunburnt

15. Write poetry

16. Learn to braid my own hair (considerably more difficult than braiding the hair of others)

17. Bike with my headphones on

18. Practice the piano at least an hour a day

19. Meet someone new

20. Become a thrift store queen

21. Go on an adventure with each of my siblings

22. Buy a cheap used car (this largely depends on #1 on the list)

23. Watch every movie on this list

24. Have lots of sleepovers

25. Eat outdoors on a frequent basis

26. Make clover chains (if they are in season, I can never remember)

27. Write my boyfriend nonsensical letters

28. Catch up on my pleasure reading

29. Dress up fancy and go out to dinner with my sisters for no reason at all

30. Convince my mother to let me get a tattoo

31. Discover new bands

32. Spend time in the woods

33. Drink wine with my dad

34. Submit something to Postsecret

35. Grow my hair long

36. Start eating breakfast again

37. Unlearn uhealthy sleeping patterns developed in college (haha)

38. See a play featuring a very talented friend whom I haven’t seen in a year

39. Get into the habit of skyping long-distance friends

40. Learn to knit (I’ve heard it’s a great form of stress relief)

41. Go on an overnight road trip

42. Start frequenting a local coffee shop

43. Catch a spider and name him Horace

44. Make lots of these

45. Stay out past 1:30 AM just because I can (my school enforces curfew)

46. Have a conversation in French

47. Visit with EVERYBODY

48. Do something absolutely crazy on my 19th birthday

49. Eat homemade popcorn

50. Did I mention not getting sunburnt?

Filed under: Everyday Ramblings

Who is Jesus?

I wish I knew how to answer this question.  All my life I have been taught to believe in him, and yet when the moment comes to describe him in a single paragraph, my mind draws a blank.  How does one describe a figure so precious to some and so ridiculous to others?

When I write the words “Jesus is God’s son come to earth to die for the sins of humanity”, they seem a bit far-fetched even to me, like something from a comic book.  How can I explain the inner feeling I have (except “feeling” is too feeble a word) that there is a God and that He loves us?

In my state of questioning, my muddled brain remembers that I wouldn’t be breathing right now if it weren’t for Jesus.  I use His name cautiously because I’m not even sure it is the word I’m looking for.

I remember the days of never-ending darkness, the chains of hopelessness and pain that would wrap themselves around my scarred and pitiful body day after dismal day.  I cannot remember the exact moment the light started piercing through, but I remember first beginning to see.  I remember slowly climbing out of the pit until at last I could stand on my own two feet again, and I remember thanking Jesus.  Jesus. But just who is he, exactly?

Such is the question I was asked in an application I was filling out to work at a Christian camp over the summer.  After thinking about my answer all day, I have only come to the conclusion that I have none.  What would I tell someone who had never heard about Jesus and asked who he is?  Or someone who knew who he was but had scorned him as a fairy tale?  I’m ashamed to say that I would probably be tongue-tied.

I believe that there is a Holy Spirit that guides us through life.  I have heard its voice in my head and have seen it move in myself and in other people.  The acts of God are plain to see for those who look.  Why then am I having such a hard time defining Jesus in my life?

The Enemy knows that I am susceptible to doubt, so he never gives me relief from it.  As I type these words, I find myself wondering how I would react had I lived two thousand years ago when Jesus came to earth.  Think about this: you are living your day-to-day life when all of a sudden there is this ordinary man who preaches radical messages that nobody has ever heard before.  What’s more, he claims to be the actual son of God. How crazy can you get?  And yet, people flock to him en masse. Crowds are enamored with him, and many say that what he teaches is true.

My problem is this: if such a thing happened today, I don’t think I would believe it.  I mean, it’s crazy.

Therefore, if I wouldn’t believe it if it happened today, what’s to say I wouldn’t believe it if I had lived back then?  Would I still be a Christian?

I realize that this tirade is quite pointless.  However, I find great relief in letting my thoughts channel themselves into words.  I am not looking for an answer (thus opening the floodgate for an flaming theological debate).  Instead, I want to know if there is anyone out there who, like me, is wondering for the first time how well they know Jesus Christ.

This is what happens when I am sleep-deprived and pumped full of caffeine.  Later, folks.

Filed under: Everyday Ramblings

It’s National Eating Disorder Awareness Week.

I never thought I would have an eating disorder.

Girls with eating disorders were “vain”, “self-conscious”, “out of whack”, or came from “messed up” homes.  As for me, I never paid much attention to my body.  I loved food and never thought twice about it.  Eating was my family’s way of establishing fellowship, and as a medium for artistic expression.  (My father is an avid cook and passed the love of cuisine down to me.)  I have always had a high metabolism, so I could eat what I wanted and maintain an average figure.

Some girls can pinpoint the exact event that triggered their descent into the hell that is anorexia or bulimia.  For me, it was a gradual process of which I was not quite aware until the moment I was leaning over the toilet for the first time wondering what on earth I had just done to myself.  I knew in my heart that I would regret it, but at the same time a voice inside my head whispered, “Good job!  You’ve successfully forced yourself to do something you hate.  That shows that you are in control, not your body.”

By that time, December 2009, I had undiagnosed depression and had been an on-and-off self-injurer for several years.  (The reasons behind that mostly stemmed from issues like anxiety, anger, and passive-aggressive rebellion.)  My parents had recently found out and, in their panic born of naiveté, kept me under constant scrutiny, hiding all sharp objects and not even allowing me to shave without supervision.  You could say that the eating disorder emerged as a way to strike back without making a scene.

By that time, my identity lay in the chaotic.  I urged myself that I had to have something abnormal about me, or there would be nothing to separate me from everybody else.  Instead of nourishing my God-given talents like writing, I instead turned to self-destruction as a way to feel unique.

The thing most people don’t realize about eating disorders is that they are not about food or physical appearances.  Yes, those may be contributors to the problem, but in the end their role is surprisingly small.  The more you grow accustomed to starving or binging and purging or whatever way your eating disorder manifests itself, the more empty you become, and the more you convince yourself that the only thing that will fill you up is more starving or binging and purging.  You feel miserable, and yet your body has become addicted and you feel that if you stop you will be failing.  Failing yourself, failing your family and friends, but most of all failing the voice that has grown from a whisper to an internal scream, never leaving you alone—except when you’re asleep.

I slept a lot those days.  The first thing I would do when I got back from school was take off my shoes and curl up in the private bedroom we kept for guests, retreating into the sweet, cool mist of unconsciousness.  But whenever I woke up (and I always did, unfortunately for me), I would find myself staring at my blotchy face in the mirror directly in front of the bed and would hear the voice screaming, “Hello, worthless.  Did you enjoy your rest?  I hope so, because you’re going to test your limits tonight.”

I would go all day at school without eating and then come back home to a family dinner, which was unavoidable.  This I would scarf down with feigned relish, and afterward I would seize the first moment I could to retreat to the bathroom with the excuse of taking a shower.  I lost track of how many times I went through the familiar ritual: turn on the overhead fan, adjust the shower spout so the rushing water made as much noise as possible, place a small rug in front of the toilet for my knees, twist back my hair in hasty bun and subsequently attack the far reaches of my throat, fingers aggressive in their resolve to bring everything up.  It was not pleasant or beautiful or anything it does not pretend to be.  Quite frankly, it was nasty.  But I was proud of myself for being “strong enough”.

Eating disorders are not tame.  What I mean is that as much as you try to convince yourself that you have control over them, it is really they that have control over you.  You tell yourself that you will only purge once a day and only in a particular spot, but that rule is swiftly broken when you find yourself having just consumed a doughnut at school and being unable to deal with the unpleasant feelings and emotions that follow.  Your eating disorder begins to show itself everywhere: at church, in the classroom, when you are going shopping, and even while you are babysitting.  You are like a puppet, following its every command.  If it tells you to do something completely illogical like put off your homework and walk to the nearby convenience store in the rain at 2:00 AM for candy, you will do it.  You will do it because it is the only way to shut up the voice and have peace…if only for a little while.  What you don’t realize is that you are confusing peace with a state of numbness.

If you are one of the lucky ones like me, then eventually you will get help.  You will meet with counselors and have your food intake monitored and might even be hospitalized for awhile.  If you are one of the very lucky ones, the voice will go away completely.   If, like me, you are the tiniest bit human, then you will only manage to learn how to fight it.  You will write down endless lists of things you like about yourself and begin to eat balanced meals and perhaps take up jogging.  But the fact is that the voice never goes away.  You may have learned how to shut it up, but there will inevitably be times when it tries to make a reappearance.

It could be that you are having a bad day.  Perhaps you lost a big assignment or ate too much for breakfast or forgot to work out for three days in a row.  Perhaps you find yourself comparing your arms to the girl’s in front of you and telling yourself that you could stand to lose a few pounds, no big deal.  Or perhaps you are simply bored with your healthy, average lifestyle.  Whatever the reason, the voice will whisper to you at the most unexpected of times, and sometimes you will listen to it.

Nobody is as put together as they appear.  Nobody.  Eating disorders—or any type of mental disorder, for that matter—have nothing to do with age, gender, weight, race, or social class.  Anyone is susceptible; no one is exempt.  I learned this most effectively during my weeks in a behavioral health hospital, during which I met some of the most sincere people I will ever hope to meet.  They were as different as the colors of the rainbow, and yet this one common thread held us all together in unity.

This week is National Eating Disorders Awareness (NEDAwareness) Week.  I’m writing this to show that although it’s possible to survive and overcome an eating disorder, it’s extremely difficult to become free from it entirely.  Many people don’t consider anorexia or bulimia “real” diseases.  It is a widely assumed fact that eating disorders are “chosen” by their victims, that they are simply lifestyles.  This is ludicrous. Do you think we would choose to force this misery upon ourselves?  You wouldn’t blame someone for having a tumor, would you?  So why would you blame someone for having an eating disorder?

It’s important to understand that eating disorders have been around for centuries.  While it’s true that the media has increased the number of eating-disordered people within the last several decades, it should not receive the brunt of the blame.  There is more to eating disorders than pictures of skinny models and tabloid articles about dieting.  The factors are often buried deep down inside and require professional help to safely dig up and deal with in an appropriate manner.

Eating-disordered people are more common than most people think.  You probably know someone whose life has been touched by an eating disorder, or perhaps you yourself know something about it from experience.  College campuses in particular are a favorite breeding ground for eating disorders.  As many as 10% of college females suffer from anorexia, bulimia or EDNOS (eating disorder not otherwise specified).  Males are also susceptible to eating disorders, but they are harder to number because few of them admit to having a problem.  As a college freshman in my second semester, I can attain to the truth of these statistics.

Don’t be ignorant.  Look around you and watch for the warning signs of an eating disorder.  Does your friend act strange around food?  This would include some or all of the following behaviors: eating too much or too little, tearing food into tiny pieces, drinking abnormal amounts of water, disappearing for a fair amount of time directly after the meal, exhibiting signs of anxiety, or avoiding meals altogether.  He or she might prefer to eat alone, because eating with others makes them feel self-conscious.  If you know someone who is acting like this, it’s possible that they might have an eating disorder.  Without jumping to any conclusions, you might want to take them aside and ask them how they’re doing on a deeper level.  If you don’t know them very well, ask one of their friends to look into their situation.  Remember, you aren’t responsible for their problems.  Whether or not the person opens up to you is up to them.

Remember, eating disorders are treatable.  It is possible to break free.  This week, I encourage you all to spread the word about NEDA.  For information, statistics, and articles, visit the National Eating Disorders Association (NEDA) website.

Remember, you are cherished.  Nothing can or will change that.  Your body does not deserve to be abused, and neither do you.

Filed under: Everyday Ramblings, Special Occasions

Early morning nonsense

Every time I stare uncertainty in the mouth my heart begins to race and ache with a kind of desperation that has become familiar to me. For someone who thrives on control, not knowing what the future holds is in turns maddening and terrifying. Last night was yet another night of Not Sleeping, tossing and turning, surrounded by a wall of pillows as though trying to protect myself from the demons of unrest that hound me so.

Sometimes I compare my mind to a greyhound chasing after one of those mechanical rabbits. It tenses and then explodes toward a particular train of thought, ever fiber strained and working like the gears on a clock. And yet the target is always out of reach, pulled along by some invisible force determined to rob me of my resolve. I am left exhausted and unsatisfied.

What if I could control my own destiny? Would life be easier? Harder? Perhaps I would finally be afforded peace from this mist of confusion that now envelopes my consciousness.

I try to earn grace, but it never works. The future is the future, and if I learn to accept that now then I will become stable and well-rounded and at peace and oh God who am I kidding, the future scares me to death and no matter how dissatisfied I am with the present, at least it’s here.

Filed under: Everyday Ramblings

Goodbye, sun.

Sometimes I wonder

Why it is that

Some of us grow up

While others

Simply come of age.

Filed under: Photography, Poetry


If to be is to live
and to live is to breathe
than what is a mountain?

If to be is to know
and to know is to think
then what is a daffodil?

If to be is to sleep
and to sleep is to dream
then what is an earthworm?

If to be is to feel
and to feel is to love
then what am I?

Filed under: Poetry

Things that make me happy (otherwise entitled “Christina likes lists. A lot.”)

1.  Finding out that I can order prints of photos from my Flickr account for a mere 9 cents each. My dorm room is going to turn into an art gallery.  Just watch.

2.  The strong winds in Tulsa. Otherwise I would be lamenting the fact that it’s January and temperatures are still soaring at 45 degrees.

3.  Wearing my dad’s sweater.  Which, by the way, I pilfered from his closet during Christmas break.  Ain’t a thing he can do about it now, is there?

4. Hugs from my RA. They are squishy and warm and given in abundance.  Need I say more?

5. Newman’s Own black bean and corn salsa. It’s spicy, doesn’t burn a hole in my wallet, goes well with carrot sticks, and has 0g fat and 20 calories per 2 tablespoons.  I think I’ve found a winner.

Filed under: Everyday Ramblings

About the girl

Christina. 18. College student. Lover of words, sublime images, fat books and skinny jeans. Dislikes melting snow, the color pink, and procrastination.

This blog is an outlet for my jumbled thoughts. Thank you for stopping by.

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