Emily Articulated: Life after an eating disorder
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
I remember the first time I made myself throw up as clearly as if it were yesterday. My neck cricked as I lowered my head, …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
I remember the first time I made myself throw up as clearly as if it were yesterday. My neck cricked as I lowered my head, …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
Fumbling with my blinker, I quickly signaled before victoriously turning into the freshly opened diagonal parking space in front of the Cedar Street Bridge. Scoring …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
By the time you read this, I will be fresh off of a plane in Lima, Peru. And by “fresh off of a plane,” I …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
I stomped with clamped fists up the steps to my college’s main hall, rain pattering my head to match my mood. My stomach flipped as …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
This week, I’ve decided to write about two things, both of which (unless you’ve been living under a rock) you’ve at least heard of. The …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
I grew up surrounded by very few examples of healthy relationships, with “f*** you” thrown out as frequently as affirmations of love and affection. Arguments …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
This last week of sunshine has prompted feelings of springtime in me. And springtime, in addition to a distinct inability to regulate my body temperature, …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
The plane wheels screeched to halt, jarring me from my cricked-neck sleep. Massaging the base of my head, I wondered why the hell I hadn’t …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
Like many others in my generation, I spent a large portion of my life waiting for something significant to happen — some could say, for …
By Emily Erickson
Reader Columnist
There are two reasons you shouldn’t read this article. If you are either of these things, I encourage you to simply flip the page, pressing …