Why Do I Write?

It was sometime around middle school that I was first told I was a good writer. I don’t remember what exact piece it was that merited this praise, but only the moment that I was pulled aside, told I was a good writer, and that because of that, I should keep writing.

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How I've Learned to Bounce Back From a Bad Body Day

I remember being in the throws of bulimia, waking up to a new day only to binge and purge, promising myself that I wouldn't eat anything else until the following morning. For the rest of the day, I would exist in a daze surrounding this fixation, distracted from anything else that tried to grab my attention: friends, family, prior interests and passions. Anything.

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