Things I Know

I’ve learned a lot of things throughout my life. Some I learned in my nearly three decades of attending school; some I have learned in my decade of teaching. Others, I learned in the twenty years of practicing and “perfecting” bulimia. These are things I wish I did not know. I wish I didn’t knowContinue reading “Things I Know”

No One Cares

No, this is not a pity-party post about how no one cares about me. It’s actually a pretty liberating thought: no one cares! That is to say, I’m a very happily married almost-40-year-old mother of 2 small children. NO ONE CARES what I look like. My kids don’t care, and my husband certainly doesn’t careContinue reading “No One Cares”

Panic

My closest friend has struggled with anorexia for a long while. While it helps to feel the solidarity of another successful, intelligent, productive woman struggling with an eating disorder, I always come back to the same thought: It’s really not the same. While I’ve never struggled with anorexia (I used to wish I had theContinue reading “Panic”

Movement

I recently watched a class that I taught both via Zoom and in-person. Yeah, it’s hard. Like, nearly impossible. Anyhow, I was surprised to see myself rocking back and forth nearly the entire time I wasn’t speaking. Anytime I was listening to students, fielding questions, or otherwise not actively lecturing, there it was. Back andContinue reading “Movement”