prostitution
I sat on the cold cement of the train station, holding a piece of crumpled up paper that read, "Spare some change? I don’t want to work in the sex industry."
anxiety
You can't win a fight against your own body, friends.
endometriosis
I didn’t go to medical school, so all I have to go in is instinct, history and the scary Internet. Why am I the one steering this ship?