The feeling was like one of those big claws at the arcade that reaches for stuffed animals or little plastic globes stuffed with rings or...

Last weekend, I met up with some out-of-town friends for dinner, and I had what can only be described as an icky encounter with a staff...

At sixteen-years-old, with a new skateboarding boyfriend and colorful tights to wear underneath my skirts and dresses, I was finally...

I went on my honeymoon recently. Christian—my husband now!—and I spent eleven days in the Faroe Islands, a place I’ve dreamed of going...

“Are you happy?” I sat up in our bed. My face flushed with embarrassment. “What?” “Are you happy?” I noticed he was shaking. This wasn’t...

About a month ago, at an appointment to donate platelets, on a laptop that was so old the screen was faded like a Hitchcock film, I saw...

Dear Gwyneth, I felt compelled to write to you after listening to a recent interview you did on a wellness podcast. To be honest, I don’t...

“Have you considered quitting your job?” A counselor asked me this once while I was in outpatient treatment. It feels a little wild in...

I never felt like a good anorexic. I don't mean to say that I wish I were better. I don’t, not now. I write that now and feel the sting...

You might be anticipating a depressing and sort of off-putting story about me never letting myself have a Thin Mint or eating pie and...

As a young, twenty-something pastry chef, I made a lot of croques. I became intimately familiar with burning my forearms on Pullman loaf...

It’s my birthday! My parents visited earlier in the week, and we had a long lunch on a rainy Chicago day. Christian made me a coconut...

When I was in first grade, a kindergartener told me that I was fat. I spent my elementary years wanting to change my body. Wishing for a...

"Do you want to order a salad?” My brother, Robert, posed this question last week to a group of us, a collective you, and yet I...

One of the most frequently asked questions I get as a baker is What's your favorite thing to bake? A close second is How do you stay so...

For roughly seven years, I ate at least one sweet potato every single day. Sometimes two. Some days, I’d chop them into little half moons...

I haven't even really started this new work or project or whatever this "chef sharing about her experience with an eating disorder,"...

Sheltering in place with an eating disorder. *This essay was originally published in the zine, Eighty-Sixed, in 2020. Being a quarantined...