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My chronic pain never stops being interesting to me. If someone were to ask about my health, I could provide them hundreds of updates about today alone. The way my brain felt like it was bouncing in my skull when I walked down the hall to put my dishes away. The way looking down at…
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If you’ve had even one angry, uncover-up-able pimple, you might know what it’s like to be a slave to a “bad” skin day: For me, it looks something like hiding under the covers and avoiding all contact with humans (or mirrors) for 48 hours, minimum. On the first episode of Glamour’s What I Wore When…
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Finally, I thought, things were going to change. For once, I wasn’t anxious. I was relaxed. Ready. But as soon as he inserted his penis, I screamed so loud, I’m pretty sure I woke up all of the neighbors. I started crying uncontrollably, pushed him away, and ran to my bedroom, ashamed to admit that…
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With a chronic illness, even something as simple as going on a date has an added layer of complexity. I could usually make it through a couple of dinners without anyone noticing that I was checking my blood sugar (not just my phone) under the table, but if things got hot and heavy, there inevitably…
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Last night my dinner was a single strip of leftover chicken katsu, consumed cold, while I stood in the glow of the open fridge. And for dessert: a bowl of fuchsia fruit-flavored cereal called Cheetah Chomps, which I ate in bed. I have the health habits of a can’t-be-bothered college kid, but my Instagram feed…
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