Let’s rewrite the story.

In fifth grade I stood with my hands on the counters, levitating myself above the scale.  First my big toe, then my entire foot - what would the number be? I saw the real number and shuddered.  No, that can’t be it. At ten years old I held onto the counter and lifted some of… Continue reading Let’s rewrite the story.


There was a time…

There was a time... When I feared upcoming doctor appoints, When I was scared of the fine line I walked between school and treatment.   There was a time... When I felt utterly numb and closed off to my emotions When food was my absolute enemy When even the sight of butter made me squirm.… Continue reading There was a time…