I don’t know what your roses need but I pretend I do anyway. I hold each bud between finger and thumb and wash off greenflies. One by one. I pull off dying leaves with black spots and give up on windy days. (I always stop my friends to smell the roses.) I stroke the...
I wrote this for the launch of GULP, a new zine telling the stories of LGBTQ+ people with eating disorders. You can download it for free here. This the first time I have been this honest, open and raw about my own disordered eating. Tangled. Complicated. Confusing....
I find myself stuck between thoughts and screens, half written actions, lists and notes to self. I start a conversation, but halfway through I’m wondering if I need to say something about what’s going on. I take a selfie, but before sharing it, I’m wondering if I need...