of all ribs, 2024

Body dysmorphia and anorexia became a part of my life in early 2024, a time when my body seemed to disappear beneath the weight of my own mind. At 90 pounds, I felt fragile—skin and bone, light as a feather, as though the slightest touch could crack me open. Sleepless nights and the worried eyes of my family slowly forced me to confront the reality I had been living in. I began the difficult process of digging myself out of that darkness, learning that healing meant not only surviving, but learning to live within my body again. Through that process, I found the possibility of becoming something beyond fragile: something alive and capable of flourishing.