I grew up a perfectionist. An overachiever. Demanding myself to be better, no matter how good I already was.
Read MoreI stood with my head buried deep in the pantry, scavenging for anything that I could eat without preparation.
Read MoreFrom the time I was a child, able to attend school and what not, I felt discrimination.
Read MoreI was adopted when I was a baby, and my family has always been my family.
Read More“Oh my God...I am just like my Mother!”
Read MoreI’ve realized telling my story once did not ease my pain. But sharing it 20 times changed the trajectory of my life.
Read MoreI remember the first time someone told me that my body was too heavy.
Read MoreI’ll admit that I never said, I'm depressed. I didn’t recognize it.
Read MoreI was never taught that my body was mine.
Read MoreYou will count your blessings tonight. Right after you take your Zoloft.
Read MoreI was six years old the first time I felt the surge of hatred coupled with hopelessness.
Read MoreHow often are you in pain? my doctor asked.
Read MoreFor decades, I study my body in the mirror as though I am split in a literal sense.
Read MoreSometimes, I feel like I’m two people.
Read MoreI never noticed how much I missed seasons until I had them again.
Time stagnated, living in an eternal summer. There was no difference between February and July. Everything was the same: sunshine, pool days, palm trees and everyone telling me that I should be happy because I live in paradise.
But it wasn't paradise.
Read MoreBy the sixth grade I already knew how easily light could be extinguished, even when someone was young and strong.
Read MoreOur bodies are certainly screaming grief right now. Tell me you are listening.
Read MoreA lengthy hospitalization for medical and mental health reasons followed. Me and my braid were back at home after several months. I cut two feet of my hair a week after my arrival home. Even my mother agreed, this was a good choice, a fresh start. The power was in my hands.
Read MoreI am a fifteen-year-old body, shrinking violet-lipped, dry-skinned, smug body. See my unravelling, see me feast upon my own flesh, see me disappear, see me. Don’t see me. I am a hologram – here one minute, gone the next.
Read MoreI am 21. Impulsive, reckless, young, and the epitome of self sabotage. People often tell me, “You don’t know. You have no clue what the real world is like yet.” Maybe they’re right. Maybe I don’t, but I definitely know enough. All I have ever needed to know. I know this world wants to see me wither away, the embers of my soul burned to ash, into nothingness, just like me.
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