I attempted to dye my hair pink a few weeks before starting at Wharton. My mother through a fit, and paid several hundred dollars for color correction because it was “unprofessional” and I was going to business school.
She had a habit of criticizing my weight as well back then, saying I would never have the willpower to diet like her, that I couldn’t wear certain clothes because of my weight.
Several of my roommates held an intervention my junior year. I denied anything was wrong. I was working out 6 hours a day and barely eating. I fell and broke a bone, likely fragile from the weight loss. I was 5’9” and 137 lbs. If a few ivy league female students tell you you have an eating disorder, you have an eating disorder.
So, respectfully.
My hair is now pink.
My ass is now fat.
Y’all can kiss it anytime.
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