Reflecting on Five Years of Anorexia Recovery
Five years ago this week, I was in a medical center for my anorexia. On November 11, 2014, I was sent to an inpatient eating disorder...
Emily Loose (IUP ‘20)
Emily Loose (IUP ‘20)
A double Major in Communications Media and Journalism, passion for radio and for art
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An Open Letter to the Person Who Forgot Me
Sometimes people leave your life and that is okay.
The Best Animated Gems to Watch at Halloween
Halloween is hands-down the only holiday that actually matters to me. It is spooky, fun, full of candy: everything a girl could possibly...
How I Finally Said No
Learning to say no was a struggle for me, but it saved my health.
3 Songs From the Past to Empower Women
I am completely obsessed with music. It has taken over so much of my life that I work with radio at school. I’m also obsessed with self-...
3 Books That Helped Me on My Road to Anorexia Recovery
In the world of mental health, eating disorders are an issue that sometimes sees little focus or discussion. As someone who has battled...
Being a Girl with Guy Best Friends
Every girl dreams of having a best friend that lasts forever. Usually when girls talk about best friends they are talking about another...
Having a Mentally Disabled Sister
Growing up was a difficult experience. I was not abused nor was I neglected, but my oldest sister made things difficult. She is mentally...
Answering the Questions About Asexuality
For the past two years, I have known I was asexual. Though I am not fully out with everyone in my life, I still get a lot of questions...
Why Spring Break at Home Can be Fun
We all want to have a fun spring break. From a young age we see college students on television and in movies going to the beach and having...
How My Abusive Roommate Taught Me Self-Respect
My whole life, I have yearned to make everyone around me happy, even if they would not do the same for me. I have always been meek--someone who was easy to walk over. I did not feel as though I ever had self-worth until the first semester of my sophomore year at college. That fall, I met and roomed with someone who used me and made my life hell for four months. Her name was Sophie.
