Trigger Warning: This piece speaks explicitly about multiple forms of sexual assault. Please read at your own discretion. This takes a lot of courage to share, as it details experiences that I still feel embarrassed of and tainted by. But if there’s ever been a time that my stories are vital to the political climate, it’s […]
An assignment from my body image therapy group April 24, 2018 Dear Body, Thank you for fighting for me. Thank you for holding on when I was begging you to let go. Thank you for having faith in me despite all you’ve been through. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that you were […]
Hi, sweet readers! One of my resolutions this year was to post every week (so check back here each Monday for a new little blurb from me!) and another was to start journaling more. Just wanted to let you know that you can expect some more casual posts about my feelings and my life, sprinkled in with […]
This post is going to be a trainwreck, and that is not necessarily intentional, but I think, like with all things, we could make it into a metaphor. Hello. If you’ve made it here, somehow, without my posting a single link or drawing any attention to this post in my usual fashions, I want to […]
Once again, President Trump has taken it upon himself to ridicule victims of sexual assault, and while my heart hurts because of this knowledge, it has certainly felt this way before. If you pay any attention to the news these days, the name “Brett Kavanaugh” is certainly one that rings familiar. Kavanaugh was nominated by […]
I will not be quiet. There’s a little girl inside of me, Hair the color of sunlight and eyes holding secrets of the moon And she sits in the back of the class And she holds the answers in her head but never upon her tongue And it is because of her; I will not […]
At thirteen years old, I dreamed of the day that I could go to college, because I wanted the freedom of having no one there to watch me eat. I figured that I would no longer have to suffer the pain of purging if I could simply restrict to the point of no return. So […]
I was terrified of my own voice for seven years. Absolutely petrified. I didn’t want people to know what it felt like to be me. To be struggling with perfectionism so overpowering that I became numbers over letters, to be battling mental illnesses without a soul knowing the severity, the agony, to “have it all” […]
It’s no secret that I’ve spent a good chunk of my life battling an eating disorder. In fact, mental health advocacy and writing have become the thing that I’m most well known for nowadays.
Last night, I woke up in a cold sweat. My bedroom window was still encased in onyx, the clouds rolling ruthlessly over a moon that offered no ounce of illumination. I had kicked all of the covers off of my bed, mistaking them for hands that were not gentle. My hair was stuck to […]