Underneath the Rug
I once was a perfect girl. My life was spotless. I knew what I was doing. I knew where I was going. My life was perfect. Everything was perfect. (more…)
Learning to Love Food
TW: disordered eating
When I was thirteen years old, I was capable of immensities. If I wanted something I tried unreasonably hard to get it. I developed, as well, a vanity in my young mind where previously there had been none—I wanted to look good. Specifically, other girls had slim faces and twenty-five-inch waists and about half the thigh meat I did. It was stubbornness and pride that drove me to give up eating. (more…)
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