Escapism for me can come in the form of someone else's reality.
I didn't drink in the essence of the classroom. I didn't take legible notes or dance all night. I thought I would marry my boyfriend and grow old and sick of him. I thought I would keep my friends, and we'd make different, new memories. None of that happened. Better things happened.
Everyone needs something from me.
We both followed our hearts and had no choice but to hurt each other deeply.
You get reactions and you connect to people and I love Twitter.
My relationship to eating, my relationship to critiquing my own shape, all of that has changed since I've started viewing my body much more as a tool to do my work.