pandemic

In what feels like an endless scroll of unattainable bodies and faces on Instagram, model and activist Hunter McGrady is the “it” girl you never knew you needed.

When I first got the email about returning to my office in July, I was overwhelmed with emotion, both negative and positive.

If you told me four months ago when quarantine first started that I wouldn't be itching to get back to the gym or a group fitness class, I would've told you that you don't know me at all.

“I have some news,” my dad tells me on our morning call, “my mother died.”  I immediately stop pouring my coffee and take him off speakerphone.  “Wait, what?”  My father goes on to tell me that she passed away earlier that morning in her London apartment and that he would send me the Zoom funeral information when he had it.

Whenever guidelines that only really work if we all follow them are put in place, there's always that one bitch who thinks they are above it all and ruins it for everyone.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, or maybe your weighted blanket, you know that there’s a pandemic happening.

Content Warning: This content may be triggering to those struggling with eating disorders Like any anxiety-riddled modern bitch, I experienced a nauseating thought-spiral upon hearing that I would be required to stay in my home for the foreseeable future.