We are constantly told that the true key to happiness is limited to the size you wear. Frankly, that's the real problem here. What we need is more people saying it's okay to be your size, to love your body, regardless.
So do yourself a favor this week. When you start picking at yourself, stop. Give yourself some love and affection instead. Your brain -- and your body -- will thank you for it.
I am standing in front of my bathroom mirror, about to look at the surgery site for the first time. I take off the surgical bra and see two large, rectangular bandages. I pinch their corners and breathe in, then out. I pull them off.
What's confusing about it all is how much physical appearance matters. A slight change in diet and lifestyle can elicit such strong reactions from people, who are not even in the slightest, affected.
I heard the same thing: You only matter if you're pretty. That's the only way you will get people to pay attention to you. And I believed them, because it was true, that was what everybody thought, but it was such a lie, and I realize that now and I hate it.
Since it seems that many people have no idea what is appropriate to say to a pregnant woman, I've written a few guidelines based on the comments that sent me home crying over my last two pregnancies.
I threw my bathroom scale in the trash. Along with all the other things that just didn't belong in my life anymore, like worn out clothes and furniture, it needed to go.
Many of my peers automatically associate counting calories with an eating disorder. A healthy lifestyle is something I have the right to, and for me, that includes calorie counting.
Gay men have always been body-conscious. We need to look good to attract each other. But it turns out we don't just do it to get laid: Muscles are actually good for you.
. I realize Perfection has many shades of it. I always say I don't try to be perfect, until I am in some area, be it parenting, business, fitness, or whatever I feel I'm sucking at in that moment. It's sneaky. Dig deeper to find out that FEAR is the mastermind.
I needed to catch up on my current events, so I went to my go-to source for all things relevant -- xoJane.com, which is how I stumbled upon this gut-w...
I often tell my daughter that she's beautiful because, to me, she is. But she's also a passionate, though slightly bloodthirsty, storyteller (there've been a slew of beheadings in her tales of late), a fierce soccer goalie, a voracious reader and a really good friend.
Instead of fearing foods based on how they may or may not make my belly protrude, my belly and I prefer to focus on the very real health risks of overdoing it on the highly-processed, highly-unnatural ingredients we call food.
Instilled in us was the belief that words had power and truth mattered. And when it came to something as important as your body, there was no room for confusion about the parts you were born with or the things they did.
On a Tuesday in mid-October, while sitting in my dermatologists waiting room, I noticed that I had to urinate for what seemed like the thousandth time that morning. And there it was. Blood.
We are finally embracing who we are and how we look. We are taking back our bodies and publishing pictures of them on social media, not for attention (while attention is often received) but to say 'Look at me, I love my body and I love who I am!'