The weight of our society's words

As far back as I can remember, I’ve struggled to accept my body.  I remember being no older than 11 and begging my mom not to make me go into the Macy’s dressing room. I hated playing with Barbies. I envied the girls who could fit into Abercrombie and Fitch and Lululemon.  I went to an affluent private school in a conservative area, one that emphasized perfection in all aspects, including personal appearance.  As an overweight theatre kid, I felt I didn’t make the cut.

The major change

It’s a go-to question at everything from college orientation to the Thanksgiving dinner table.  “What’s your major?” And, for the longest time, my answer was simple: “biochemistry and pre-med.” 

Student Counseling Services: a step in the right direction?