Every year, come my birthday, I find myself wanting to do those “X life lessons in X years” sort of posts. And I always talk myself out of it, because I am still, fundamentally, a real dumbass with real dumbass energy underqualified to give anyone advice on anything other than what horror movie to watch, maybe.
Read the rest of this entry »So, a big part of the last eighteen months or so, I have been asking myself a lot of questions about my gender identity.
Read the rest of this entry »Remember when I said that I wasn’t going to talk much about my eating disorder recovery? What a gag. We’re back, bitches, and I want to talk to you recovery.
Hi, I’m Lou, and I had a great childhood!
I’m gaining weight.
Which is a neutral statement, really. Hell, even a positive one: I have more energy, I’m fitter, my skin is clearer.
But I don’t like it.
Trigger warning for discussions of sexual harassment and eating disorders.
So, a few months ago, I wrote An Insomniac’s Guide to Insomnia. And, with everything going in the world right now, I figured that it’s only time that I come down from on high to deliver to you my Hypochondriac’s Guide to Hypochondria.
For a really long time, I committed my life to what I saw as the pursuit of perfection.
