(Trigger warning: Disordered eating, weight, and suicidal ideation are mentioned in this blog post.)
I’m a man in recovery from Anorexia Nervosa.
As a man, I’m not here to show you how strong I am, how impervious to crying I am, how in the face of an emotional peculiarity — or emotion, period — I find the willpower to stuff it down then proceed to crush a beer can in my bare hands. I am not here to show you what a man should be. Because the truth is that there are no shoulds.