Trigger warning: Disordered eating
It started off innocuously. As a 20-year-old, I had quickly become acquainted with the shiny stores that paved the new shopping haven that was Ion Orchard. It was a welcome (and vindictive) breath of fresh air as I emerged from the decade-long fog of cautiously walking through Bugis Street Market only to be told that I, in fact, wouldn't find that T-shirt in my size. Over my school break that year, I tested variations of the Master Cleanse Diet—a concoction of lemon juice, cayenne pepper and maple syrup—to see what my body would react to the quickest. Spurred on by the Tumblr collages
