Some of you may be going through the same struggle. You know it's not good for you, but you're stuck in a cycle of feeling deprived and craving and relapsing. It's all right – I've been there too many times to count
￼First, the explosion. And then, matter that looked like manna from heaven, but stung like shards of glass.
In aesthetics these breasts are war spoils. But in genetics, they are a ticking timebomb, a possible glimpse into the root of my future suffering and eventual death.
When my best friend left town, I discovered that I had the power to create – and destroy – worlds out of words