Will Puke for Power

Eight years after giving up bulimia, I still struggle with the meaning of my body.

Photo by Cait Stott on Unsplash

I was thirteen years old the first time I stuck my fingers down my throat. I’d just started high school then, Bush was still the president and I’d never been kissed before. By fourteen, it was an everyday ritual. I’d slink off to the bathroom after meals, tie up my hair, bend down as if in…