A personal essay about growing up with an eating disordered sister. A love letter.

Whole Foods gets me so commercially aroused. I can’t predict what will set me off — the swollen eggplants moistened every 30 seconds with a burst of mist, the impossibly fresh smelling salmon display, the partially unwrapped cheeses coyly oozing out their salty creaminess — but my blinding lust to possess the contents of the store always ends in poorly considered choices that I immediately regret. …

Michelle Krejci

Over educated smart-ass surrounded by beautiful, smart people.

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