People who are made to feel embarrassed about their guilty pleasures are less likely to make future healthy choices, according to a 2015 study in the journal Appetite. Instead, fight back with this field guide to the biggest Judgy Jennies out there and how to hang on to your dignity and your more-evolved-than-theirs approach to healthy eating.
We've been taught to think that counting calories is a great way to lose weight, keep our size stable, and prevent us from having serious muffin top. But counting calories just ain't all it's cracked up to be.
This body -- I am so very proud of what it has done. It has housed and carried and nourished six boys and a girl we will meet in glory. So what if there is still an after-belly six weeks later?
But how many of us are really feeling free this Fourth of July? And how many of us are feeling ashamed to get out there and be who we are because of the number on the scale? Shouldn't we all feel free to rock our stars-and-stripes bikini, even if we don't have the perfect "bikini body?"
With affordable salons popping up all over the city, this once costly option is now barely more expensive than a high-end waxing salon. So, for those of you thinking of joining me in Laserland, read on for helpful tips for embarking on your own laser journey.
When I turned 40, I decided to end a dysfunctional relationship I'd stayed in for almost 30 years. As abusive and emotionally draining as it was, I s...
Why is 'Sad' short? Why does she have emo hair? Why is she wearing glasses? Why does she have to wear a turtleneck? Why is she fat, for frack's sake?
In the dim room I'm told to undress to my comfort level. When the therapist gets to my legs I blurt out, "Sorry they're not shaved. I have a waxing ap...
We've all had those periods of time -- it could be hours or it could be weeks or months or years. Periods of time when we get sucked up in the fabric ...
My last blog addressed the topic of a self-hate attack--a sudden, intense mental episode of self-condemnation. Alternatively (or in addition) self-...
Day 1 was rough. Awkwardness oozed from my lips as I stared into my eyes -- eyes that showed sadness, fatigue, loneliness, and guilt -- and uttered, "I love you." I felt like a used car salesman trying to unload a clunker to the girl in the mirror.
I knew full well I wouldn't be able to reach my belly button. That, my friends, was the victory right there. Not being able to introduce my innie to my pinkie reinforced my successful departure from daily perfection quests and food fears.
Not very many people can say that they took their darkest moment and transformed it into a community with 1.5 million followers.
Confidence is aqueous and ever-changing. Just when you think you're grasping it in your hands, it can trickle through your fingers. I am reminded of this as I awkwardly haul a leg over the torso of my lover and sink into his chest as we sink deeper into the soft mattress in our room at the W.
Other people's opinion of my body or appearance is fading faster than my firm chin line. I'm comfortable in my own skin... even though it seems to be stretching in interesting spots. I've come to terms with my body, my age, my looks.
I was bulimic at 16. Pregnant at 19. Unhappy and at my highest weight at 24, and very hungry and still unhappy at one of my lowest weights at 27.