I look back at my teenage pictures and I was a hottie! But I never thought so at the time. I only focused on the zit or the freckle or the number on the scale. As a result, I didn't appreciated what I had when I had it. Now that I'm older, my perspective has shifted, and I recognize that the "here and now" all too quickly becomes the "there and then."
In truth, these mothers suffer so many hidden, silenced injuries. But, at least we are closer today to giving mothers behind bars the opportunity that every mother deserves -- to give birth to their children with dignity.
Maternal health in Kenya needs vast improvement. Each day, 15 women and 290 children die as a result of pregnancy complications, giving birth, HIV and other curable and preventable childhood diseases.
I was skinny and proud of it, and unlike many anorexics, I didn't mind showing off my hard-earned sickly body to the rest of world. But underneath it all, I knew something was wrong.
or some reason, there are no tears. Just anger. White hot anger. And if anyone near you is pregnant or thinking of becoming pregnant or even just talking about children, you're not responsible for your actions.
We are all going to die. Everyone knows that. Having cancer just makes it a little bit more real. I am not a religious person. I know that the majority of the world population do believe in God, heaven and hell and/or some sort of afterlife. That's ok.
It's spring and everything's blooming except me. To make matters worse, wherever I look, I see eggs: Easter eggs, chocolate eggs, bunnies in baskets atop Cadbury eggs. It's a conspiracy. I wouldn't be so paranoid if the holidays didn't remind me of my own eggs, the ones in my fallopian tubes. Unlike Mother Nature who is working overtime, my reproductive system is on strike.
Even if my cancer does return and even if it does eventually kill me, I won't spend the rest of my life in fear. And maybe someday I'll actually believe what I've just written. I'm not there yet, but I'm working on it.
If we want our country to be guided by traditional Republican principles, we need to keep government out of the personal health care decisions of women and their families.
I will always remember the first time I shored up the courage to give the nosey person a steely look and replied, "It's complicated."
Physicians have an ethical responsibility to truthfully communicate the current scientific facts with their patients. Additionally, they need to listen to and respect patients' preferences even when it may collide with their own preferences.
Not a bad idea at all, making one's own decisions. Unfortunately, it's not always easy today if those are health care decisions, especially if you're a woman, especially if you're poor, especially if you live in the many, many areas of the U.S. without access to a women's health clinic.
In addition to these political issues, we also have a dialogue going on in this nation that is extremely sexist and undervalues women and their capabilities. This gender bias is fairly evident. As a woman I see what is going on here, and it is nothing more than misogyny.
If Oprah Winfrey and Brené Brown are telling you that even they can only count one or two gals on their best friend list, than this gives us a pretty good indication of just how rare these relationship are.
If you feel immobilized, stuck, captive or feel you do not control your life, it doesn't have to be that way. You can live both free and freely. It just requires reframing your beliefs to release the shackles that bind you. Since Passover lasts for eight days, here are eight steps to exodus from your bondage using Passover as an acronym.
In trying to make sense of this all and uncover its roots, I now see the subtle cues that indicated my susceptibility to anorexia. Most obvious is my neurotic perfectionism.