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Hungry Heart, Starving Body
At the age of ten, my whole world started collapsing around me. Swept up in the emotional storm of my family crisis, I clawed frantically at anything that might give me some semblance of stability. Food was one of those things; although I couldn’t control the chaos around me, I could control what I ate.
Misery Needs Company
By the time it was my turn to share, fear and panic had subsided within me. Listening to my friends’ anxieties and frustrations made me realize I was not alone. I didn’t need to hide my bitterness or sorrow from my friends. Their authenticity gave me the courage to be genuine.