Gemotions

The notification buzzed, a tiny vibration on her wrist, and Sarah felt a jolt of anger. Her application essay, the one detailing her battle with anorexia, was now a public display. She reread the email, her chest tightening. The university, in its infinite wisdom, had decided to use her pain as a promotional tool.

She threw the phone across the room, the impact echoing her frustration. The world seemed to shrink around her, each object feeling hostile. She’d fought to recover, to reclaim her life, and now they had ripped open the wounds.

She stood abruptly, her muscles tense. She’d be damned if she was going to let them control the narrative. She had a voice, and she would use it.