Bodies
Playing Ophelia Helped Me Navigate My Own Grief
She sings and speaks in lewd riddles, mourning her father’s untimely death and her abandonment by Hamlet, her lover.
How Bodywork Helped Me Find Healing From Trauma
Though I couldn’t articulate it at the time, I somehow knew that both relief and release were no longer optional. They were necessities.
Car Crashes, Climate Change, and Mothering Through Catastrophe
I recall a 2016 headline that warned, ‘Orangutans face complete extinction within ten years.’ Nash will be thirteen in 2026.
Treating My Diabetes Meant Facing My Eating Disorder All Over Again
I posed the question to her, earnestly, seriously: If given the choice, would she rather gain weight or would she rather die?
How Transition Changed My Rigid Expectations of Masculinity
Obtaining a perfect grasp of masculinity was not my goal when I decided to transition, but I certainly did feel the pressure to try.
A Body on the Fritz: How We’ve Been Conditioned to See Ourselves as Machines
I do not believe in a soul but these past six months of illness, I am guilty of dislocating, of clinging to magic. Of wanting relief. Of being sick of being sick.
My Body, My Story
What I forgot, for years and years, were the details of what my body experienced at the time. But my body did not forget.
When Chronic Pain Dulls My Senses, Perfume Helps Me Reclaim Them
I learned that kind of hard-won glamour; that we should have beauty, however much the world wants to keep it from us.
Muscle Memory
I don’t recognize the future version of me the doctor describes. To remain myself, I must prove him wrong.
Body Boundaries, Indian Culture, and Healing Enough to Be Mothers to Our Mothers
My relationship with food was a combination of deep love, reverence, and guilt—making it impossible for me to give it up.