Stronger

My eyes are swollen from crying, my head is throbbing, and my cheesy sweatshirt with Hello Gorgeous printed on it is unintentionally ironic. Crumpled tissues are strewn about the house, as though I have a toddler who thought emptying a box might be a fun way to spend...

Working Girl

I have always worked. At age 10, I talked the neighbor into letting me babysit her kids. At 14, I begged Blockbuster Video to hire me, despite the fact that I was child labor. A job meant money, and money meant freedom from my parents. I was born running, as my mother...

Dear Younger Self

Hey Babe, listen up.  Be nice to your sister. She will become your best friend.  When Pilates becomes a thing, start doing it immediately. You will develop cellulite at age 13, and that sh*t is permanent. Put. That. Cigarette. Down.  Work at maintaining your...

My Life With(out) Anxiety, Part 3

I hadn’t eaten for a week. I know, it sounds impossible. Let me be more specific: for one week, I ate nothing but grapes. Food was unimportant to me. My stomach was too busy worrying that I might die, that my family might die, that my heart would beat so fast that I...

Ladies, Cherish Your Girlfriends

My first real friend was named Jacob. We were 3 years old, and although I did not know it at the time, I treated him like my husband. I called the shots, made him tell me I was pretty, and was never in the mood when he wanted to kiss me. This perfect friendship was...