Regardless of if and when I lose the weight, these pink tattoos from that year will never go away. Even if I become a ripped, svelte version of myself, the permanent marks of the toughest period of transition in my life will remain a constant reminder of the insecure and desperate-for-fulfillment girl that got me the marks in the first place.
The words he said to my mother, during their divorce, echoed through my head, "A son who grows up with only a mother is doomed to become a faggot." I understood from that moment on that I could never truly have my father's love and acceptance. In our Hispanic culture, being gay was as a mortal disease that led to social shame.
Our daughters, for better and worse, learn how to think about their bodies based on the way we think of our bodies. If we well up with tears in the dressing room, curse our thighs, our muffin-top or our too-big or too little breasts, they are likely to do the same
One of my dearest friends, Charlotte, is dying of cancer. Her doctors are not promising her any more birthdays, so I've decided to give her mine: September 29.
We've all read it. Some of us are ashamed to admit it, but it's true, we've read the first, second, and third books from cover to cover. Why? Because it's delightful? Well, yes. But there's a bit more to it than that.
Call me fat, call me old (or too thin and young), but I'm not afraid to tell the world that I think I'm beautiful. And no, I'm not a self-obsessed narcissist. I'm just sick and tired of advertisers, corporations and beauty products telling me I need to fix myself.
Did that scale know something that I didn't know? Did it really have the ability to tell me I was happy or successful? Could it determine how many friends I had, or how loved I was?
The active practice of loving myself exactly as I am is radical self love. It is loving all 311 pounds of my glorious body out loud in public. It is engaging, challenging and dismantling the story that I am lacking desirability because of the size of my body.
Every time I talk about body image issues, I can preemptively hear the charges of "first world problems" being leveled at me. It's a popular argument these days and I'm not convinced it's a useful one.
Yoga had helped her to heal. At the same time, Chelsea Roff was courageous in disapproving of the body-consciousness that modern Western yoga fosters, in its advertising of sleek, lithe, muscular forms, and the peer pressure felt in many studios to have "the perfect yoga body."
Healing is possible. Healing is real. It may not happen tomorrow, but if you continue to learn new tools, experiment with the resources that help, be compassionate with yourself and believe in yourself, you'll get there soon enough.
I've been tracking the reactions to Miley Cyrus's performance - some might use the term spectacle - at the MTV VMA Awards. Speaking of terms, the Oxf...
In the stillness of that late-summer morning, a quiet anxiety was present as I sensed that the pulse of my world had begun to shift. At the heart of this anxiety was an awareness, honed by years of repetition, of what I could expect in the weeks to come.
I've been a massage therapist for many years now. I know what people look like. People have been undressing for me for a long time. I know what you look like: a glance at you, and I can picture pretty well what you'd look like on my table.
The lures are everywhere -- all the billboards and trailers featuring abs and pecs and glutes. Many boys start out wanting to achieve physical perfection and then spiral down into full-blown eating disorders.
I fit into my self better than I ever fit into my Prague jeans. I fit into this house and this family and this story we're living of tired parents who glory in the quiet beauty of waking up beside boys who have pretzeled themselves in between us under cover of dreams.