Suzannah Weiss

The more conversations I have with fellow millennials, the more I realize we’re all going through similar growing pains. Professionally, we’re often struggling either to find our niche or to advance in the careers we’ve settled on. Socially, our friendships are in flux, with people constantly moving around and revising their values. And romantically, many of us still have nothing to report while we watch one friend after another pair up.

“Don’t make yourself feel good by calling us survivors.”

I’ve never been able to embrace the life of no regrets. Regrets are stubborn seeds that plant themselves in my mind, refusing to leave until something grows from them. I water them by reliving my past until I figure out what I would do differently if I could go back. Eventually, I do go back, even if the situation is slightly different.

At age 25, I'm hardly an adult. But boy am I grown up compared to who I was in college. If I could go back in time, I'd have quite a few things to tell my former self, and save a lot of stress, time, and energy.

When speaking with eating disorder victims, what not to say is as important as what to say.

One day, when you’re twice your age, you’ll write a letter to yourself with all the things no one taught you about your period

When the police arrested Wendy Barnes's pimp, it appeared as if she were free at last, she recalls during our phone interview. “Maybe this nightmare ends,” she thought. But that's when they handcuffed her, brought her to the station, and charged her with the exact same crime: prostitution.

I was six the first time I remember sucking in my stomach.

Talking about sex may make you uncomfortable, but so would having children who grow up in ignorance and fear.

When I was first diagnosed with anorexia ten years ago, I vaguely knew that eating disorders were a feminist issue.