I’ve always been an early riser. When I was a kid, I would wake up before everyone else, blinking into the dark, and creep…
Broken glass, dinner plates left uneaten, Mirrors only good for showing me what I Already knew. The young years, the naïve years. Thinking, this…
I’ve never officially been diagnosed with an eating disorder, but I am a human American woman with immigrant parents and, when I was growing…
She died while I was skate-dancing to “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey at my friend Sarah’s birthday party at Ron-A-Roll. Mid-party, my stomach started to…
I have tried every diet in the book, even the dangerous ones, even the silly ones. My fascination with dieting started at a fairly…
In this next special issue from the Inquisitive Eater, our contributors dive into the meat of their best and worst experiences with dieting and…
The tip of Angela Kane’s cigarette flickers as she dusts the stoop outside Kline. She savors a deep inhale as she bends down and…
Why Going Out Shouldn’t Hurt At All I just walked out of the wine shop across the street from my apartment building and I…
Life screams at you like the vacuumsucking up beer caps.Where are you going?Back to stacking place mats,paper napkins, and the half-and-half,which looks a whole…