An unfiltered, story-form version of my journey from the bottom
This is me as a freshman, and it's not working women's health
The night before this picture was taken I’d eaten a grocery-store box of sugar cookies. I ate a 1/4 to a half-gallon of ice cream at least twice a week. Through rising anxiety and bouts of depression, I easily justified it: someone running 60+ miles a week can eat what she wants and still keep up.
Shortly after this photo was taken, I was cut from the team.
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