Thoughts and experiences with mental health and health education.
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.
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 of it.
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? 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 my Bitmoji to not only not be fat, but to distinctly not look like me or my body.
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.
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.