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Preface Before I begin, I want to let you know that this piece explores pretty dark thoughts about food that may be triggering to hear about for some people. Please read this blog at your own discretion, and feel free to take breaks or reflect in the comments if you need! This is just my experience with food/ED, I will not try and talk for others. If you are struggling and need support, call/text 988. Poetry In high school, I wrote a lot of poetry in my free time. Most of i

Years ago if you asked me about Minneapolis, memories would rush back; one of stress-free youth, and child-like wonder... My siblings and I sneaking into the kitchen early in the morning, climbing up onto the countertops to steal our iPads and play Minecraft. Winters where our neighbor's basketball court was filled with ice, the place where we slowly but surely learned how to skate. Uniforms and charter school, proudly saying the Pledge of Allegiance in Latin each morning. Wo

Since before I can remember, Blue (the peacock) has been a Florida staple. Every time we visited my grandparents, my sister and I would sit outside, spilling handfuls of cat food, waiting for striking blue and green feathers to appear. At some point, the waiting stopped, and Blue would already be there- awaiting his next meal. He knew that our home was a safe space, and he could often be found roosting in our front yard tree or lying in its shade. Blue was such a large part

I want you to take a second and just look at this picture. Think about the sounds, the feelings that echo through it. Look at this photo as if it were your own memory; what song is she playing? When I look at this picture, I can simultaneously feel my heart breaking and being repaired. The song she played during this shoot that followed me is "i love you" by Billie Eilish. To me, this shoot was more than just a random Friday activity; it was something we began creating from

Halie was my first-year college roommate, born and raised in California; she had never seen snow. Oppositely, being born in Minnesota, I grew up hating all things cold: the wind, ice, snow, you name it. But, regardless of my pessimism, in our first winter together, we stood in the window watching small white specks flutter to the ground. "I can't believe there's snow, Lily!" "Yeah, and soon there'll be so much that the ground will be completely covered." "There's MORE snow