"I have to unconditionally surrender to the care and support of those around me. I have to be willing to let my heart be nourished just as much as my body."
Fatphobia in eating disorder recovery exists. And now my friend might die because of it.
"‘You three get two scoops of ice cream.’ She then looked at me and said, ‘You’ll get a kiddie scoop.’”
Dear Body: A peace treaty with my queer, trans, and recovering body.
I’m breathless now, looking back at all the ways you would not back down from survival.
I preached body positivity — and sunk deeper into my eating disorder at the same time.
I used my proximity to body positive spaces to disregard the very idea that I needed help — and I'm paying the price physically, mentally, and emotionally now.
Let's Queer Things Up! 