"Who cares? It's our kitchen on a Monday night. I love you and I want to touch you and have you be excited about that. Is that so wrong?" He is starting to back away, the grooves on this path worn in a rut we fall into so easily.
There is so much misunderstanding of this complex disorder that I am going to bring you into the mind of a person in the depths of the disorder. You will never view the disorder in the same way after reading this.
Being part of a community that lifts up the message "God made me, and he doesn't make anything bad" appears to help moderate the impact of the "body loathing" promoted by popular culture, said sociologist Andrea Henderson of the University of South Carolina, lead researcher in the study.
Instead of worrying about being laughed at or worrying about disgusting others, I should have worried about loving my wife. Because it is not disgusting. It is not gross. Love is love.
An eating disorder is so terribly miserable, I would not even wish it on my worst enemy's cousin's tarantula. But over half of my life has been defined and ruled by this insidious illness, and as devastating as it has been, it has ultimately changed my life in a way for which I can only be thankful.
I have had issues with food all my life, dating back to when I was a little girl. For me, it always has been and unfortunately still is "the binge" part of binging and purging that I have perfected.
Sitting there, feeling my emotions spinning crazily out of my control, I was struck by the lightning bolt notion that I might have an eating disorder. The idea that I might not know my own mind well enough to detect denial formed a dark, scary rabbit hole, and my emotions were sucked into even more anxiety.
Today, altered images of girls and women (presumably men, too) depicting bodies shapes that are unattainable and unhealthy are used to sell everything from bikinis to lipgloss.
The body image, air-brushing, magazine-coverage stuff is inevitably hypocritical, boring and small. It's on a loop and it's going nowhere. Reading the mainstream "women's press," you'd think the biggest problem facing us today was the fact that "real" women appear airbrushed in glossies.
We need to teach young girls that self-worth is more important than face value and beauty starts from within. The first measure of being beautiful is not based on how you look to others, but on how you look at yourself
The media has created a standard for beauty that is virtually impossible to achieve, yet people, especially women, consistently strive for perfection, hurting themselves in the process.
Eating with your hands may be convenient, but it's also a certain way to overeat. Use your forks and knives and put them down between mouthfuls to give yourself time to chew, taste and experience food.
As a mother, a moment of low self-esteem was a luxury I felt like I was no longer entitled to.
There is real benefit to be gleaned from dressing your transitional body well. Looking good now can get you hooked on looking good: It can establish a habitual desire to feel awesome when confronted with a mirror.
When I was in high school, my dear friend Emily would address me by saying, "Hey, beautiful!" It always unnerved me back then, though I would never have been able to articulate why.
When someone takes my photo and I ask them to contort in all sorts of uncomfortable positions to get the right shot, or when I'm raising my arm several feet above my head to get a selfie that makes me look thinner, what am I telling myself? What am I telling my daughters?