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...
ou'll start to see that your body type isn't being represented, anywhere. You will try to get a "bikini body" and wish that you could rock one -- if only you knew that you could all along! You'll develop an unhealthy relationship to food and your body
In an effort to better understand the reality of how distant Barbie is from the average woman, I created a parody featuring what her breasts might look like at her current age of 55-years-old. It's a sad, sad truth but as women age, their breasts go south.
Presumably I, as a fat woman, would not know how to properly operate the complicated piece of equipment known as a bikini. What if I became distracted by the complexity of spandex, a substance heretofore unknown to me, and wandered blindly into traffic? What if I ate it?
Hi Dr. Barbara, I'm 17 and having a self-image situation. I joined an all-girl yoga group a few weeks back and we just got our class uniforms in. Ba...
We need to set an example for young girls, not drive home the idea that all women should look like Barbie. We need to adjust their image of beauty, their image of self. To make them understand that the media does not define beauty. They need to hear these things from real women.
The "Buns of Steel" looked like two rotisserie chicken legs, encased in a sleek spandex bodysuit, dewy from exertion, tanned to the point of crispness. Why would anybody want to look like a Thanksgiving turkey? I secretly wondered. I guess I still can't really understand.
I am not getting wrinkles. I'm gaining character in my face. Those laugh lines were meant to be there. So were the furrows between my eyebrows.
Twenty-some years ago I dealt with a very painful and hard addiction called bulimia. Bulimia is a type of eating disorder where one binges on usual...
Substance abuse and eating disorders are both mental illnesses. We are prone to blame the sufferer, to dwell in ignorance and shame those who suffer. We forget that lives are lost, we forget that families mourn each day. The nation mourns when we lose great talent, but we do not mourn when we lose the unknown.
Just like you can be disappointed with your kids and still love your kids anyway, you can be disappointed with your body and still love your body, anyway. Disappointment does not have to "erase" your love.
I can tell my daughter that nothing is as beautiful as her little body exactly as it is no matter if she is tall, short, big or small. But I am sure she sees through my platitudes. Because she sees a mom who is always on a diet. She sees a mom who looks in the mirror and sighs.
It wasn't long ago that the mere whisper of the word "fat" would have people plugging their ears in avoidance. All the other descriptors were somehow acceptable: overweight, obese, porcine, pudgy, plump, tubby, portly... But that little three-letter word "FAT" scared the bejesus out of everyone.
People value, respect and choose us when we value, respect and choose ourselves. It has taken me years to discover this.
This is my small attempt at understanding the way we keep ourselves underfoot, the way we don't say what we want to say for fear of losing what we probably never had in the first place.