my scarf

(Trigger warning — mentions of in-patient treatment, body image, EDs, etc.) My scarf. I started knitting this scarf when I was first admitted to Renfrew. Everyone there already knew how to knit or crochet, or were taught these vital skills within the first week of their admission. Knitting was a safe outlet, a form of […]

one year

It’s almost my one year anniversary since discharging from Renfrew’s residential center, where I was located for two months.  A LOT has changed. I look back at myself before the onset of my anorexia and during it, and I cannot recognize that person. I mean, I can; but it is someone extremely different from me […]