September 2016. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at work, and I just know something is wrong. Not a lump. Not a symptom. Just... knowing. Six weeks later, I'm pulling off the freeway into a Panda Express parking lot, my doctor's words ringing in my ears: "You were right. This is cancer." Kidney cancer. At 36. A 3-inch mass that my body had been screaming at me about for months. But this isn't a sad cancer story. This is the story of how my body gave me an ultimatum I couldn't ...
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September 2016. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at work, and I just know something is wrong. Not a lump. Not a symptom. Just... knowing. Six weeks later, I'm pulling off the freeway into a Panda Express parking lot, my doctor's words ringing in my ears: "You were right. This is cancer." Kidney cancer. At 36. A 3-inch mass that my body had been screaming at me about for months. But this isn't a sad cancer story. This is the story of how my body gave me an ultimatum I couldn't ...
What happens when perfectionism finds a new target: your body? In this deeply personal episode, I'm taking you back to college, where I first encountered eating disorder culture disguised as "health" and "discipline." Surrounded by sorority girls throwing up in bathrooms, taking laxatives, and dating a bodybuilder boyfriend, I learned that controlling my body felt like the one thing I could control in a chaotic world. But here's the thing about eating disorders: they promise control while a...
Mess to Millions
September 2016. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at work, and I just know something is wrong. Not a lump. Not a symptom. Just... knowing. Six weeks later, I'm pulling off the freeway into a Panda Express parking lot, my doctor's words ringing in my ears: "You were right. This is cancer." Kidney cancer. At 36. A 3-inch mass that my body had been screaming at me about for months. But this isn't a sad cancer story. This is the story of how my body gave me an ultimatum I couldn't ...
