Plush

A liturgy of embodiment, communion, and disordered eating. Part One: Introductory Rite.

I. Introitus: Entrance

My body was always under scrutiny. My mother called me a shrimp, a skinny mini fish tail. A cousin nicknamed me Pencil. You’re too skinny, you need to eat more, everyone felt compelled to inform me, sometimes daily.

I didn’t count calories or intentionally restrict. When I was hungry, when food smelled and tasted appealing, I ate. I…