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.
Getting my wisdom teeth out gave me a glimpse into what recovery could look like? I state that as a question because the two things seem completely unrelated at first. They are two different entities entirely, how could being swollen and bruised allow me to remember a piece of my past life - a life… Continue reading Getting my wisdom teeth out and recovery?
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.