When my marriage was running on fumes, my ex-husband would send me to Victoria's Secret with instructions to pick out something to his liking. 'Red,' he would say. Or 'animal print.' Or, finally, in desperation: 'anything you want,' which at that point was nothing that might lead to sex, the sex that was between two people with wildly incompatible desires and personas.
My veins wander and traverse each other, like a road map beneath my skin. They've always been that way, to an extent. Phlebotomists love me. But as I've grown older, and my skin has thinned, the veins have gotten more prominent. My kids tell me my hands weird them out. And sometimes I look at them and they weird me out. Mostly, they remind me that I'm aging.
I longed for holiday joy but was faced with dread, self-loathing, and self-distrust. How could I be happy when I was a big fat failure? When I recovered, I studied the source of what robbed my holiday joy. I realized that we tend to set rules for ourselves instead of listening to our bodies.
Instagram has given me a platform to find the fun in food again. So go ahead and say I'm basic. Say that I've given in to mainstream media, and lost my originality. I think I've gained something that's more than worth it.
Instead of exercising to sculpt, change, and tighten, what if we simply moved our bodies in ways that brought us satisfaction and joy? This a radical mindset shift because we are inundated daily with society's belief that our bodies need to be fixed
Being compassionate with yourself is all about giving yourself the loving truth. Not sugar coating or denying that a change is needed, but delivering the message in a way that you would talk to your child or to your best friend -- with love.
Technology is a danger of the contemporary dating landscape. I don't have it all figured out, but I have developed the "Donovan Rule:" No frequent calling or texting before the first meeting - and no overnight bags on Date 1.
When we're willing to look underneath the surface, we can discover the truth of who we are and the real healing can begin. It might not be easy but if I could do it, anyone can. All you need is the willingness, the desire to change your life.
So the perfect woman has to have big boobs, a big butt... but why doesn't she have a big gut? The stomach remains the big taboo of the female body: it can't exist, it has to be as flat as possible, with the waistline perfectly defined and no disgraceful flab.
Even though each recovery journey is unique, more than three decades in this field has revealed a single best practice that I believe can benefit every eating disordered individual -- a multidisciplinary treatment team.
I will educate my daughter as best as I can. I will raise her to be strong, to fight back, to be herself and be proud of who she is. I will raise her to realize how ignorant a 50-ish man with salt-and-pepper hair can be. Who's with me?
Last week I attended a women's conference, where I ran into an old friend I hadn't seen in a couple years. I almost didn't recognize her, she had lost...
I suspect that you are reading this because you may have found yourself acting like a hot mess and marching straight to the store to buy a dozen cupcakes when you felt upset.
"I don't know what I look like," she said. "I can't pass a mirror without looking at myself in it, obsessing, scrutinizing and yet no matter how ma...
There's so much uncertainty surrounding what the next few years might look like, but you're going to be okay. Through all the stress and worries, you're going to be okay. I promise.
We aren't born hating our bodies. Somewhere along the way we learn that we need to be thinner, smaller, skinnier to be better. And the good news is that with a little digging, we can unlearn all of it, as well.