When I was young, there was a petting zoo we would go to for school field trips. I’d feed the goats dried pellets that smelled like rotten corn and grass and their tongues would flatten themselves against my hand. Centimeter for centimeter, my hand and their tongue matched in size…

It was 2005 and my casual dieting had turned into a full-blown eating disorder. Cutting calories turned into fasting, which would eventually morph into bulimia when my restraint disintegrated into all-out binges. I remember my ninth grade year, scouring the internet on my very heavy and very large IBM ThinkPad…

A therapist once told me that the anger I feel when watching certain interactions is a result of witnessing my most-despised inner traits acted out in front of me. In this metaphorical mirror, I can no longer hide the obvious and the rage serves to mask the truths that accompany…