Michelle Williams

I nod my knuckles in my sleep. I woke up with blood on my pillow, noting with mild interest I was resorting to self-cannibalism. I turned the pillow over. I routinely slept with ice packs on bare shins. The frostbite blended in with other scars, mottled like blue bark. Damn, Williams, you must be the first Marine to get frostbite in Monterey, and NCO laughed. I laughed along. Hilarious.

I nod my knuckles in my sleep. I woke up with blood on my pillow, noting with mild interest I was resorting to self-cannibalism. I turned the pillow over. I routinely slept with ice packs on bare shins. The frostbite blended in with other scars, mottled like blue bark. Damn, Williams, you must be the first Marine to get frostbite in Monterey, and NCO laughed. I laughed along. Hilarious.

If no pain, no gain, then I was rocking. Every time someone implied it was characteristic of females to be fat and broken, I furiously clocked another mile, right hip clicking along. When rumors circulated a female was malingering for going on shit, I flew out the door, shoelaces double knotted, shouting at my injury to go on, hit me. And when she was asking for it,

If no pain, no gain, then I was rocking. Every time someone implied it was characteristic of females to be fat and broken, I furiously clocked another mile, right hip clicking along. When rumors circulated a female was malingering for going on shit, I flew out the door, shoelaces double knotted, shouting at my injury to go on, hit me. And when she was asking for it,

If no pain, no gain, then I was rocking. Every time someone implied it was characteristic of females to be fat and broken, I furiously clocked another mile, right hip clicking along. When rumors circulated a female was malingering for going on shit, I flew out the door, shoelaces double knotted, shouting at my injury to go on, hit me. And when she was asking for it,

or she's lying, she wanted it, I protested by running long hauls along the gray coast. I rarely cried. Sometimes, though, in the gray cocoon of oceanic fog, miles alone up the coast, hunger cracked into something else. Then I slowed on the sand, dropped my hands to my thighs, and took shuddering breaths.

or she's lying, she wanted it, I protested by running long hauls along the gray coast. I rarely cried. Sometimes, though, in the gray cocoon of oceanic fog, miles alone up the coast, hunger cracked into something else. Then I slowed on the sand, dropped my hands to my thighs, and took shuddering breaths.

or she's lying, she wanted it, I protested by running long hauls along the gray coast. I rarely cried. Sometimes, though, in the gray cocoon of oceanic fog, miles alone up the coast, hunger cracked into something else. Then I slowed on the sand, dropped my hands to my thighs, and took shuddering breaths.

First, thank you so much for your kind words. The hope with how unflinching the writing is was to show what that space was like, simply because when I had an eating disorder, people who really loved me and were really trying to be kind would just say the worst things. It was like, maybe I can illustrate what this looks like from where I'm standing.

First, thank you so much for your kind words. The hope with how unflinching the writing is was to show what that space was like, simply because when I had an eating disorder, people who really loved me and were really trying to be kind would just say the worst things. It was like, maybe I can illustrate what this looks like from where I'm standing.

First, thank you so much for your kind words. The hope with how unflinching the writing is was to show what that space was like, simply because when I had an eating disorder, people who really loved me and were really trying to be kind would just say the worst things. It was like, maybe I can illustrate what this looks like from where I'm standing.

And hopefully it'll help other folks who have eating disorders or love people who do. I worked on this book for nine years. The bulk of it was written by the time I was about 26 or 27. And And the writing coincided with recovery. I have spent the last decade in the meditation and mindfulness space. I've been a yoga teacher. That's been my major way of supporting myself for years. And for me...

And hopefully it'll help other folks who have eating disorders or love people who do. I worked on this book for nine years. The bulk of it was written by the time I was about 26 or 27. And And the writing coincided with recovery. I have spent the last decade in the meditation and mindfulness space. I've been a yoga teacher. That's been my major way of supporting myself for years. And for me...

And hopefully it'll help other folks who have eating disorders or love people who do. I worked on this book for nine years. The bulk of it was written by the time I was about 26 or 27. And And the writing coincided with recovery. I have spent the last decade in the meditation and mindfulness space. I've been a yoga teacher. That's been my major way of supporting myself for years. And for me...

You know, the events in the book, it's just my increasingly deranged quest to make myself fit in by being smaller because that's what I feel is being asked of me. And I use the term deranged really intentionally. I believe it comes from the French to be removed from the land, de ranger, to have a lack of relationship with land. And so for me...

You know, the events in the book, it's just my increasingly deranged quest to make myself fit in by being smaller because that's what I feel is being asked of me. And I use the term deranged really intentionally. I believe it comes from the French to be removed from the land, de ranger, to have a lack of relationship with land. And so for me...

You know, the events in the book, it's just my increasingly deranged quest to make myself fit in by being smaller because that's what I feel is being asked of me. And I use the term deranged really intentionally. I believe it comes from the French to be removed from the land, de ranger, to have a lack of relationship with land. And so for me...

Writing was the accumulation of a lot of miles spent walking. I left the Marine Corps with an injury that really hurt, and what helped for me was movement. And I started walking and started backpacking and spent most of my 20s backpacking as much as I could, as frequently as I could, and building up this new story in my body.

Writing was the accumulation of a lot of miles spent walking. I left the Marine Corps with an injury that really hurt, and what helped for me was movement. And I started walking and started backpacking and spent most of my 20s backpacking as much as I could, as frequently as I could, and building up this new story in my body.

Writing was the accumulation of a lot of miles spent walking. I left the Marine Corps with an injury that really hurt, and what helped for me was movement. And I started walking and started backpacking and spent most of my 20s backpacking as much as I could, as frequently as I could, and building up this new story in my body.