By the time I started school, my mother's bulimia was a normal part of my life. But as I grew, her focus on my looks and her fears weighed heavily on me. It would take me years to figure out that it was never about me at all.
Believe in yourself, and you will find happiness. Don't listen to the haters or those that will try to hold you back in life. Stop letting self-limiting beliefs win -- they have won for far too long!
That summer taught me that you can have your heart broken and still be OK; that moments of foolishness make you wise; that part of dating is learning what you don't want; and that you have to love yourself before anyone worthwhile ever will.
I'm trying to figure out how best to honor my pregnancies -- all three -- and the body that housed them. They don't necessarily need to be emboldened in my postpartum size and I guess stretch marks of the soul are the stretch marks that aren't readily visible to anyone other than me.
In my first marriage, which lasted 18 years, I had a hard time being seen naked. Especially in my child-bearing years, when my only purpose was to serve my children, to be their sustenance. My sexuality went right out the window.
I remember the day like it was yesterday. I stood at the foot of their bed when my dad interrupted me, "Are you getting a little chunky there?" He pointed to my stomach. I looked down sheepishly and said, "No, I am just standing funny." I wondered what he meant. I was only eight years old.
If reading women's magazines always makes you feel like you have to go on a diet, take a break from them. If a particular person's Facebook feed is making you feel out of shape and depressed, unfriend them or stop reading their stuff.
I for one love selfies - they are here to stay, and while I still sometimes disappoint people when they meet me in person, I have never looked so good on my Facebook.
When I was 15, a boy inquired about going to the junior prom, never once taking his eyes off my enormous bosoms. I told him, "Oh yes, they'd be delighted to go." His baby blues widened as I continued, "They'll be ready by 7 p.m., but you need to return them safely back home and attached firmly to my torso by midnight."
Sure, I'm balding. Shitty. And the situation really f**king sucks. But sometimes, in the realm of bigger problems that I don't have, it doesn't. There is an abundance that I am incredibly thankful and happy for -- you have no idea.
Considering the pressures gay men face in their own communities to attain and retain a stellar physique, it is no surprise that gay men are more likely to develop eating disorders. So, what can be done to change the gay communities' perspectives on body image?
Friends and family became concerned as I was slowly wasting away, but the attention I received from my man and the boys in the bars more than made up for their worries and validated the importance of being skinny.
Seemingly, progress is being made toward a world where, legally and socially, it's understood that all people have a right to be respected. Except, perhaps, those who are overweight. Sadly there are still many people who make fun of, shame or otherwise mistreat others who weigh more than they do.
When a friend recently posted a Facebook status about Ashley Burnett, a part of me freaked out. Sometimes it's sort of disconcerting when people show ...
You can spend your time meeting society's standards but your confidence will not follow. When you wipe off all the makeup, when you can remove the mask and still smile back at your reflection -- this is when you can feel at peace. It is our actions and behaviors, our morals and characters that should provide self-worth, not someone's assessment or a number on a scale.
That 5 a.m. feeling is something that I never want to experience ever again. Of course there are going to be crappy nights, but for the most part there's no reason not to strive for good sleep. I've done so much to maintain my health, why stop now?