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?
We need to start stripping away the negative self talk, dialogue, thinking, and comments we make to ourselves and each other. I have definitely enjoyed my life more by filling it with love rather than with hate.
How does a mom strap that Hello Kitty backpack onto her only daughter's tiny frame and send her out the door, down the three front steps and into the world when there are so many wolves abroad?
The key to an erotic endeavor post-pregnancy is taking your time. Some mothers may feel traumatized by the experience of having been, quite literally, split wide open. The prospect of allowing anything -- small or large -- to enter the vaginal area can seem more than daunting.
As a young girl, I was indoctrinated and blindly aligned myself to that belief system. But not anymore. I, along with many others, have outgrown that life-view. Welcome tall, short, fat, thin, young, old and every color. Welcome me. Welcome you
I've never refrained from changing clothes in front of them, or leaving the door open when I shower, or nursing babies without a cover. Because I want them to see what a real female body looks like.
Yoo-Hoo! Society! I've been thinking you should get a new hobby -- something that will divert your attention away from creating new and ridiculous ways to tear apart the female body, piece by piece, like your latest weapon of mass destruction: thigh gap.
Learning that I am more than the size of my body is allowing is about learning to love myself from the inside out through thin and thick times.