Two mentors have forced me, thankfully, to reconsider what the fuck I’m doing (or, really, not doing enough of).
Taking My Temp: A Post-Anorexic, Word-Thirsty Fever
Holiday Dread, By Way of Disordered Eating
Every time a family event looms on the horizon, I’m forced into mental gymnastics: how to enjoy myself without pushing too many buttons of self-loathing.
In Which I Remember the Sheer Enjoyment (Gasp) of Enjoyment
I’ve returned to a few old haunts in the last 48 hours and they’ve reminded me that the past (despite its bad rap) can pull you forward if you give it more than a sliver of chance.
On the Continuous Struggle to Reach Full Health
I’ve written about this shitty in-between state so many times before, haven’t I? Always so hopeful that revealing it all will help me change.
In Praise of the “Boring” Body
Where are models of the “neither here nor there” weight class?
What I Eat Has Nothing To Do With You (And Visa Versa)
My mind floods with thoughts of how much BETTER everyone around me is eating, how they’re saintly nibbling chia seeds, or “running off” their indulgences with 10ks, or going completely raw (#ugh).
So You Want To Be the Skinniest Girl in the Room?
Your entrée into this realm of the elite can be jarring, which is why we’ve convened to help you through it.
An Appreciation of This Bloated Belly
The belly wakes up first: it needs the most protecting. After all, this is where a kind of magic happens.
My Thoughts Upon Seeing Wild
The film fails to bring on any overwhelming emotions, I think because it fails to truly connect viewers with each character if they haven’t also read the book. Despite this, there’s a worthy message at the end.
