Suzannah Weiss

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.

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

I have pressured people into sex. I have had partners say they weren’t in the mood and tried to change their minds. I have sulked when they didn’t. And I did this for years without realizing it was wrong. Why? Because I’m a straight woman.

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

“Some of the smartest thinkers . . . are university professors, but most of them just don’t matter in today’s great debates”—or do they?

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