"Wow, she's gained so much weight." "She really looks terrible." "I can't believe how big she is." This is what I imagine people say about me when I walk out of a room.
Every princess pees and poops several times every day, if her digestive tract is healthy. So why are we being uptight about our needs? Society and ...
I wore what I didn't eat like a badge of honor. As a certified health coach, I felt like it was important to "walk the talk" and make sure that I was taking exceptional care of myself; but like every other thing in life, you can take even good things too far!
Every time we give another woman permission to talk about her experience openly, we reclaim a little power from a society that tells us we should just grin and juice cleanse it.
My default mode is to see and focus on my flaws and imperfections. I'm starting to see a bit more.
When we focus too much on waist circumference or dress size, the numbers don't add up to psychological wellbeing.
On the left, you will see "Check out my eight-pack, you think I'm healthy and fit, but I am infertile and my bones are weak" Kate. On the right, you will see "Check out my boobs, I look healthy and feminine and my internal state reflects this" Kate.
I welcomed getting to the point where what many called a "cute" belly developed and I felt like people could see that I was pregnant.
When your professional title is "Skinny Girl," of course wearing your 4-year-old's pajama set is going to spark controversy. Bethenny Frankel's fortune gets bigger as she "helps" women get physically smaller.
I'd love to tell my daughter that I have always loved my body. That I have never abused it to lose a few pounds. That health has always taken a front seat to vanity. I'm not going to tell this lie to her.
They would not WORK if they were wrinkle-free. There would be very little bending possible in a knee covered in tight, taut skin. And unless you have a very specific set of genetics and proportions, there will be a saggy little bit of bonus leg perched atop your kneecap.
Like many women, I've often distilled body image into a series of cold hard numbers: pounds, dress size, calories, carbs. But it wasn't always this way. In fact, the first time I realized weight would be an issue in my life, it was all about words.
I love my body. Despite constant messages piped into our brains telling us we're not supposed to, I f*cking love my body.
I have two cats. One's a bag of bones and the other's obese. I love them both, but there's a special place in my heart for the fat one. We understand each other.
We should consider the people who know how to love deeply or are positive influences or even people who are warriors of peace more beautiful than the stick skinny starved models we see on the runways.
People who love America love it because of the iconic stereotypes that - with rare exception - actually exist in small towns all across the United Sta...