Holey, Not Holy: Why I Got My Nose Pierced

Holey, Not Holy: Why I Got My Nose Pierced

Anorexia has made me a very judgmental person. Well, anorexia, and also growing up in South Florida. (I’m not kidding. If you’re from Boca, then you know that the second you turn your back, at least five women are bitchily judging you from behind it.) I’m a very...
Health Update: Chronic Pain, Depression, Digestion–Oh My!

Health Update: Chronic Pain, Depression, Digestion–Oh My!

  It’s been a while since I’ve bothered to give you a health update, and in the spirit of full transparency, I’m going to say: it has been a rough month. Actually, it has been a rough couple of months if I’m being honest. And I’m being honest. So here we go: Ever...
Sex, Shame, and Swimming Lessons

Sex, Shame, and Swimming Lessons

When I was about 3 and a half years old, we moved to Florida, and my parents enrolled me in swimming lessons. As a child, I would get sick often with migraines and sinus infections, and every time I put my face under the chlorinated water, I’d end up with splitting...
Reflections on Recovery and Returning to New York City

Reflections on Recovery and Returning to New York City

The summer of 2010 was a hot one in New York City. The kind of hot where you get out of the shower and never dry but for the sweat. The kind of hot where people die from heat exhaustion so frequently that you stop registering it when they announce another body count...