TW: this essay mentions eating disorders, alcohol, and adderall
Someone is staring at me.
Or are they?
Maybe I just feel exposed because I’m alone. Or because I’m in heels, a head taller than everyone else at this party. Around me, the partygoers match the effortlessly cool gallery. I count ten pairs of sneakers. It’s my first event si…
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