personal essay

The more I told him that something hurt me, the more that he did it.

The enchantress is there, waiting patiently under layers of numbered dyes.

It was all going well . . . until the SWAT team arrived.

In order to raise awareness for National Eating Disorder Awareness Week, we've partnered with NEDA (

I was in grade school, age 10, and heavy. On the playground at recess, the barbs began. They weren't clever—"Whale." "Fatso." "Cow"—but they worked.

Irritation is the way of all flesh. The question is, if you're going to be annoyed for all of eternity, who do you want to be doing the annoying?

Like millions of other women, I struggle every day with anxiety. But not anymore. Fuck it.

Seven years before I was born, my mother made a decision that would change her life—and lead to mine.