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Tan Laoshi slapped my trembling thigh, my knee automatically straightening on the ballet barre. I could feel droplets of sweat cascading down my neck and back as her scrutiny pierced straight through my skin. My breath hitched when my new dance instructor pivoted closer, her eyes swimming with judgement. She opened her mouth, and: “看来你寒假期间吃得有点太多了。” It seems that you’ve eaten a bit too much this winter break. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to take a pair of scissor

Food has always been a source of energy, comfort, and something that brings us together, but what if it becomes more than that to us? Many people suffer from eating disorders without even realizing it. An eating disorder is any unhealthy relationship with food, such as loss of appetite, excessive exercise to the point of exhaustion, or eating when experiencing negative emotions without coping with them properly. There are many more symptoms correlated with experiencing an eat

I heard what you said about me today. Did those words feel close to home? We are more similar than you think I can picture you on the scale with tears in your eyes I can see you sitting in front of a plate of food, with knots in your stomach I see you within me But I know me, do you know you? Do you carry the pride of being a kind person on your back,  Even though you want to die? Then you aren’t truly me, not really But I don’t see it in that way  I see you as hurt I see you

I wake inside this husk of silk as if the world stitched it too small. The walls breathe against me, whispering shapes I should take when I finally tear them open. My own wings worry me. They shine too loudly in the dark, a brightness I never asked for— colors that feel like they belong to braver creatures. I press my body to the chrysalis, feeling its thin certainty, wondering if the world outside measures wingspan like worth. When I move, the chamber tightens— a reminder th

I am the consumer of my imperfections. I wonder if the rolls on my neck can be stripped away. I hear cries and regrets rising from my stomach. I see the numbers on the scale climb higher. I am the consumer of my imperfections. I pretend that I am skinny and able to wear clothes that fit me. I feel the tightness of the fabric cinching my frame. I touch and prod my mind, holding it in chains. I worry that it will never be enough for me. I cry and wail until I purge the doubt. I

Social Media is a hub of connections that allows you to share with others what is going on in your life. Most everyone is guilty of watching a juicy story time every once in a while on TikTok. As humans, we strive to connect with other people as well as share our own experiences and stories. Unfortunately, not all experiences are good ones.  Over the years, many influencers and regular individuals have had the confidence to speak out about their experiences with eating disord

In the quiet corners of our minds, we often wrestle with two distinct versions of ourselves: the private self, hidden away from the world, and the public self, polished and presented to others. For those grappling with eating disorders and body dysmorphia, this internal conflict can feel like an endless tug-of-war, with high stakes and profound consequences. The private self is a sanctuary of vulnerability, where insecurities fester and fears take root. Here, whispers of inad

In recent years, the rise of social media has dramatically changed how young people view themselves and their bodies. Platforms like...

Eating disorders are complex mental health conditions that can have devastating effects on individuals and their loved ones. They are...

In my mind, secrets were never kept. Everyone all around me knew every aspect of my life, everything that upset me or every mistake that...