Bodies

I Wasn’t Supposed to Love Me

Nothing has gotten better—not the pandemic, not racism—but I know, and the Black women in my life tell me so, that everything will be alright.

Mar 18, 2021
What Adopting a Dog Taught Me About My Eating Disorder

During those first weeks, I was in a never-ending, often failing battle with Penny, then an eight-pound roly-poly of a beagle

Mar 18, 2021
Tracing the Seams

This body is the home of both a female and a male self, and I am not yet sure how to help it accommodate all of me best.

Feb 04, 2021
My Body Only Feels Right When It Isn’t My Own

I want to inhabit a form that doesn’t define me; I want to inhabit a form in a way that lets me define it.

Jan 07, 2021
Learning to Love My Mother’s Body and My Own

Envy feels a lot like binging—the more you give into it, the worse you feel.

Dec 16, 2020
Proof of Mountain

On a long-sought diagnosis, chronic pain, and a trek to Everest Base Camp.

Dec 15, 2020
Longboarding My Way Out of Loneliness

When I tried to skateboard as a kid, the neighborhood boys refused to welcome me. Now, women and gender-diverse people are creating skateboarding communities all over the world.

Oct 28, 2020
How Did Vicks VapoRub Become Every Brown Person’s Cure-All?

Maybe these home remedies aren’t just tricks or distractions. Maybe they are insistences on our well-being.

Oct 13, 2020
On Sex Work and Risk During a Pandemic

I couldn't afford to live on academic wages, so I became a dominatrix. But after Covid-19, the risks became too great.

Oct 08, 2020
On Sharks, Sickness, and Swimming Anyway

Nora Feely on cancer, facing her fears by naming them, and navigating a world filled with sharks

Oct 07, 2020
An Enzyme and a Marathon Gave Me Hope After My Assault

I decided to try to find a more complete scientific narrative about trauma instead of accepting damage as a foregone conclusion.

Sep 22, 2020
I Am Partially Deaf and I Write to Be Heard

Why can’t the abled world fit into our world?

Sep 10, 2020
Trying to Conceive Feels a Little Bit Less Awful Than Not Trying

It isn’t my job to bear as much pain as I possibly can to prove that I am somehow worthy of becoming a mother. Why is it so hard to remember this?

Aug 31, 2020
What I Learned About the Women I Love on the Other Side of the Battle With My Body

It took about a year for me to understand the bulimia was an expression of my anger. A way to hurt my body and myself, and a desperate attempt to regain normalcy.

Aug 20, 2020
Finally, at Fifty, I Can See Myself

I participated in the betrayal of my face because it’s easy to do when your thoughts about beauty are colonized and your appearance is a battleground.

Aug 05, 2020
Murder Nights

It was as if I needed a third surgery, a reconstruction. I needed the surgeon to rebuild what he tore out.

Jun 02, 2020
Playing Ophelia Helped Me Navigate My Own Grief

She sings and speaks in lewd riddles, mourning her father’s untimely death and her abandonment by Hamlet, her lover.

How Bodywork Helped Me Find Healing From Trauma

Though I couldn’t articulate it at the time, I somehow knew that both relief and release were no longer optional. They were necessities.

Car Crashes, Climate Change, and Mothering Through Catastrophe

I recall a 2016 headline that warned, ‘Orangutans face complete extinction within ten years.’ Nash will be thirteen in 2026.

Treating My Diabetes Meant Facing My Eating Disorder All Over Again

I posed the question to her, earnestly, seriously: If given the choice, would she rather gain weight or would she rather die?

Mar 12, 2020