What's better than you telling your own story? Other people (correctly) telling your story. This is why you should consider taking your social media strategy offline.
Women come in all kinds of beautiful shapes and sizes. Girls should never feel like their bodies aren't good enough. I was never going to fit the media's beauty standards or my family's, and I finally realized that's OK.
Let's begin to see these bodies for what they can do rather than what they can't, what they have given us rather than what they have withheld, what story they are capable of writing rather than how inadequate they seem.
Healthy Lily James may be, but that is not the message that girls are receiving -- not from the plain, old images they see and certainly not when they hear that an already thin woman needed to avoid food to fit into a costume.
While it's nationally recognized that we are in the midst of an "obesity epidemic," our response remains gravely inadequate. Imagine handling the ebol...
What does it even mean to get one's body "back"? Was it stolen? Did it run away like a lost cat? And did the celebrity on the cover get ALL of it back? Has she inspected herself carefully? Maybe she thinks it's all "back" but there is still a leg or an arm or a pinky toe missing. Look closely, my dear!
I'm the right size for me. No matter what size that is. And so are you. And don't let anyone tell you different.
Why has #FatisNotaFeeling inspired such rage from the Internet trolls? Why are the women behind it meriting hate blogs and Internet stalkers? We're talking about a Facebook emoticon, here -- not a federal law or a constitutional amendment.
The BED diagnosis and meds may be helpful for the few, but will almost surely be misused to mislabel and overtreat the many.
If my daughter had my body, did that mean that she would have an adversarial relationship with her body? Or was it possible that she could retain that natural self-acceptance that children are born with?
It turns out there's more than one way to make an attractive body, and those different body types evolve to be well-integrated. That's a liberating message for most of us: evolutionary biology has more to offer our understanding of diversity than the idea that only one "most attractive" body (or face, or personality) always wins out.
My eating disorder was about everything and nothing. It brought up issues of control, self-loathing, perfectionism, and spiritual hunger. But it wasn't traceable to any of these things. And it certainly wasn't traceable to the desire to attract men.
I found myself facing demons I thought I had long overcome, and suddenly found myself terrified of the weight gain that comes with pregnancy. I was still carrying some weight from my first, and the idea of it all piling on left me with intense, overbearing panic attacks that left me hospitalized at least three times.
Last I checked, no one claimed any of you to be the owner of me and my body. Why is it that my weight is of such importance to people? Why is it that everyone feels that he (or she, also!) can add in two cents about what I put into my mouth?
If you have a fraught relationship with exercise, you probably keep coming back to these three excuses. I know I certainly did. But here are some unconventional things for you to try when you encounter them.
Mother blaming is patriarchy's age-old way of taking the focus away from the harm that it causes women by making women responsible for harming themselves.