The party girl to wellness pipeline
The harder you hoe, the harder you heal.
At 22, I was rolling on molly six nights a week, covered in sweat, convinced I was the hottest girl in New York City.
My first taste of molly was at Ministry of Sound while studying abroad in London. The moment the astringent rocky crystals hit my tongue, I was hooked. For this baby addict who lived for connection, sensuality, and feeling untouchably hot…