The little moments when you realize you’ve survived.
If we are friends, this is for you.
Most of the quantifiable things we use to make ourselves feel better subtract from the things that make us better.
We don’t expect ghost stories to make sense. Neither do eating disorders. That’s not the point of either thing.
Not even joking, I was single for the first 25 Valentine’s Days of my life. I loved every last one of them.
Opinion: I don’t think one-sided love is as uncommon and embarrassing as people think.
I should be proud to love my body, but I’m not 100% there.
Before: I calibrate my childhood in calories consumed, in weight watcher’s points, in pounds. I know there were numbers associated with this before they stuck. My body is a battleground … Continue reading An Autobiography in Pounds
I say yes to everything but myself. My boundaries exist like an erased pencil line. I march through life as a strong independent woman, and yet, my stride stumbles whenever … Continue reading I Suck at My Own Boundaries
Because we are all each other will ever have.