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The day I became a bat mitzvah at twelve years old, my parents enforced that I take on a new challenge and religious responsibility—to fast on Yom Kippur. This holiday was the most dreadful for me. Though I understood the significance of not eating or drinking on the Day of Atonement in Judaism, fasting was an unpleasant and gloomy day. That was until I developed an eating disorder. At the time of my eating disorder, I was restricting my calories to the extreme, and grasped onto any excuse as to why I couldn’t eat—I didn’t like the food, I wasn’t hungry, I had already eaten,Read More →

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Twenty one years ago today, I became a bat mitzvah. At twelve years old this was the most exciting, yet nerve-racking time of my life. To say I remember the weekend like it was yesterday is an understatement. I had spent over a year studying the portions I would read aloud in front of family, friends, and an entire sanctuary. My stomach was tied in knots, my heart was pounding, and I had nightmares leading up to it every night. What if I messed up? What if I lost my place? What if I didn’t perform perfectly on the bimah? That is a lot ofRead More →