How I Stopped Starving and Learned to Grow My Armpit Hair | Rena Oppenheimer

I am a recovering addict. For most of my life, I was obsessed with approval and beauty. I would look in the mirror and search for proof that a pretty, skinny, happy girl lived somewhere deep inside me, underneath it all—a trick of the light, my ribs protruding, I felt I was getting closer and closer to the life I wanted. I was addicted to starving and puking, to saying yes when I wanted to say no, to numbers and makeup and mirrors and smiling for photos while I withered inside. I was addicted to perfection. Continue reading “How I Stopped Starving and Learned to Grow My Armpit Hair | Rena Oppenheimer”