Thoughts and experiences on anxiety, eating disorders, and health education.
The truth in behind-the-scenes photos
Messy hair, bright coloured heels awry, outfit perfect: this is the photo someone snapped when you weren’t expecting it, but thought it cute to share anyways. This can, and should, be compared to our second exhibit: photos post panic-attack. Shared, if only, to say that we aren’t alone.
A Message to My Eating Disorder (Warning: Language)
Warning: Language is a poem written about and dedicated to my eating disorder. I’ve been told, by myself and others, to be small with my voice and small with my body: this is not that.
This year, I choose me.
This year, I choose me. It’s not something I can succeed or fail at and not something to grade. It is not something to fear or avoid. I am leaning into self-care, building safe environments, choosing what I want and need. I choose me.
An Exercise in Vanity and Challenging My Eating Disorder
This is me. This is my body. This is who I am. I asked photographer Chelsee Taylor to work with me in challenging my eating disorder and, together, show how beautiful I am.
Accepting Mental Illness as a Journey, Not a Quest
Growing up an aspiring fantasy author, I studied the many paths my characters could take. As a character in my own personal epic, mental illness was just another quest: something to overcome and move past. I did not just reject the idea that mental illness could be an ongoing journey, I completely ignored any consideration…
What I’ll Say to You, But Never to Me
I’ll say this to you, but can’t say this to me: you are strong, you are fierce, you are capable. I’ll say this to you, but never to me: I believe in you, I love you, you can do this.
Why Isn’t My Bitmoji Fat?
Why isn’t my Bitmoji fat? Bitmojis, although currently used more often by mothers, aunts, and teachers, used to be hip, cool, and a fun way of signing off emails or replying to messages. As it turns out, my Bitmoji is thin. My Bitmoji is skinny. I, on the other hand, am not. I knowingly designed…
Pink Hair, Tattoos, and Eating Disorders
There’s something about being wild. Something about pink hair, tattoos, and red lipstick that screams freedom. In a life often weighed down by anxiety, depression, and bulimia, this freedom is compelling.
Lessons From a Bulimic Health Educator
I have run booths about eating disorders, organized #MirrorlessMonday events, and hosted body positivity yoga sessions. Nonetheless, today will have been two days since I last ate.