it was always an ideal to me mental illness was a theory, a concept of something tragic that could never touch someone like me because girls with dimpled smiles and happy families do not push food around on their plates to distract from emotional pain or lie awake at night, unable to sleep as they… Continue reading Masquerade


the biggest lie your eating disorder will ever tell you is that you’re almost there— that there is a set point for your happiness, which you will reach once you just lose that three pounds or  drop another two sizes or run an extra mile and it distorts the truth so seductively, so believably, that… Continue reading Enough


i would be lying if i said recovery was easy– if i pretended it didn’t bother me that my tiny waist has expanded; that my clothes still fit, but fit “differently;” or that i am no longer “the skinny girl” with the pale skin and perfectly flat stomach. between obsessive calorie counting and the regained… Continue reading Restoration