talking too much @altpress
My eating disorder used to be the only story I knew how to tell. Every time I opened my mouth, the only thing that spilled out was the only thing I’d put inside it — self pity.
This story begins later than it should, somewhere between being crowned Homecoming Queen and coming clean.
It begins in my senior year English class. AP Literature, with the AP for nothing more than embellishment. There’s a common…