At vicious speeds a furnace tears apart our valleys, our golden earth, resilient hearts we must find worth in kookaburras sent to Father’s place.
I never made myself sick; I never starved myself on purpose. I didn’t binge-eat and purge. But with the combined efforts of insecurity within myself and instances of depression or stress stealing upon me when I least expected it, I became unhealthily thin. The thing is, when you have disordered ...