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... 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…
How does it feel to get in a fight with your mind over crackers? That probably isn’t a question you’ve ever asked before. Or maybe it is, and you understand exactly what I mean. Maybe it’s not specifically crackers but something else - a piece of fruit, a granola bar, some nuts. “Georgia. You think… Continue reading Three Simple Crackers
A letter to thank calories for all that they do rather than continue to condemn and fear them.