The author lives in Brooklyn with her husband and four, mostly adorable kids She is a stay-at-home and a freelance writer. Outside of tantrums and cuddles, nothing satisfies me more than coffee and unpacking a closet, throwing out as much stuff as possible. She’s a professional organizer. Due to the extreme sensitivity of the subject matter, the writer is publishing under a pen name.
I wasn’t supposed to have an eating disorder. It was just that little thing that became a bigger thing and then the only thing. For a long time I simplified it, calling it disordered eating. A bad…habit, not a disease. But come each morning, I would strip my clothes, adjust the spanking white scale on the pink tile and weigh myself. Never satisfied with the number on the scale, I skirted food, danced in the shadows of restriction and counted calories fluidly. One candy, five calories, one grape, two calories. I… >> Read More