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Lindsay S. Wheeler
  • Aug 8, 2017
  • 3 min

This picture.

This picture is about to break my mom’s heart; these words will piece it back together. This picture will surprise people. It will make them uncomfortable; make them think, but what about her future employers? For that, I am proud. To any employer who turns me away out of fear, I respect your decision but I’m better off elsewhere. I took this picture months ago, when I least wanted to be seen. It lay dormant, waiting, among sunsets and snowstorms, coffees and cornfields, unti

Lindsay S. Wheeler
  • May 8, 2017
  • 4 min

"Recovered"

It’s not about what you look like. It’s the fine line between elation and panic; the split second between when the spoon hits your mouth and when you swallow mental poison. It’s being five years, 40 pounds, since starvation, and yet fifteen minutes ago you laid on the kitchen floor slapping tile until your palms went red. It's the irony of recovery, the invisibility of pounds; weight that suddenly makes you "healthy" on the outside. It’s not about what you look like. It’s tho

Lindsay S. Wheeler
  • Apr 10, 2015
  • 6 min

The Body Image Crisis: Starving for Control

“What you are going through today, and who you are as a person, are two different things.” -Unkown “EDNOS”: what does the acronym written in my medical records actually mean for my life? The “eating disorder not otherwise specified” diagnosis is a tricky one. I’m not quite this and I’m not quite that but I have however been irrationally fearful  of the calories in a stick of gum, wondered for hours on end whether having that half a banana earlier today will proceed to haunt m