It's not selfishness to be able to appreciate how much your needs matter, how worthy of love and care you are. It's a gift.
Try and assess the ratio of positive to negative comments you make to each other. Chances are, you may need to make some adjustments in that regard, if you value your significant other and hope to celebrate many more love and romance-filled Valentine's Days together.
Japanese people have a saying: harahachibunme. It means: Eat until you are 80 percent full. When I first heard about that, it was impossible fo...
When I was younger, I was always measuring my body against crazy glossy magazine standards of supermodels. Thank God for age and wisdom. Now I measure my body not by inches but by the miracles it can accomplish. Now I kinda love my body. Here's what I've learned.
We flit in and out of each other's lives like acquaintances at a cocktail party, stopping just long enough to compliment a fancy dress or a particularly elaborate hairstyle.
I have always hated exercise. Since I was a round little schoolgirl I groaned when it was time for PE. It meant having to run around and kick or throw...
Poor Barbie. The perky, plastic plaything is taking a beating. According to industry experts, Barbie's hold on today's girls is perilous at best, an...
Ok ladies, we're going there... we're talking about sex. I know it's a bit of a taboo subject, but really, it shouldn't be! I'm a happily married woman (for nearly 12 years now) and I think a good sex-life is an EXTREMELY important part of what makes our marriage so happy in the first place.
Amy Schumer's comedy is not an example of a woman finding success in a men's world. It is an example of a woman defining success, reclaiming a language of realism for women by expressing her truth.
Thank you Mattel for turning a page and adding a new chapter in your long successful history to compassionately consider more of your little customer's developing sense of self and how they feel they fit in the world around them.
These days, when I'm teaching a group fitness class, I choose my words carefully, knowing how much of an impact they can have. I emphasize how the exercises we do in class are in preparation for activities we do outside the gym.
We often forget that not only is compulsive exercise a frequent and devastating symptom, but that eating disorder sufferers are some of the most altruistic and self-sacrificing people you will ever meet. Holding an event in which they are unable or should not fully participate seems not quite thought through.
Last night, I saw a picture of myself at CrossFit on a friend's Facebook page: I am mid-deadlift and my growing muscles strain at the weight. My expression is one of intensity and fear. Will I die? Not anymore. I'm certain that after I set the bar on the ground, as always, my muscles trembled with the righteous fatigue of joy.
I hate my muffin top. Don't give me some sappy line about the top being the best part of the muffin. I hate that little roll that reminds me that I'm probably being stubborn and I might need to go a size up in my jeans ... that little extra piece of flesh that is evidence that I like mini Snickers bars. A lot.
Though the pressures of trying to stay thin enough to get booked out as a straight size model drove her to unhealthy habits, Danielle eventually decided that enough was enough.
For as long as I can remember I've always felt out of control around food. Some of my earliest memories as a little girl include: hiding away in my ...