When I was a freshman, I was so sick. I was so, so sick. And no one knew. Without my family, I was not only free from their watchful gaze but also from their anxious, worried faces that encouraged me to eat for their sake.
Yes, I know the title is a bit jarring... but then, again, that's the point. One in every three American women will die of heart disease; that means one woman every minute. That means someone you know... or maybe even you.
#1: When your phone is at 1 percent. And no one around you has a charger. **Degree of anxiety depends on where you are (if you are at work or the club, it's pretty high... if you're on the couch zoning out on life, it's whatevs).
My 5-year-old has what we like to call "sensitive skin." It's lily-white, soft, and so translucent, it nearly glows. She has a scar on her forehead that needs extra care. And after 15 minutes of recess without sunscreen, she's as red as lobster.
I'm not an expert in women's health, dermatology or even cosmetics but I am a woman who has learned from personal experience that acne is more than a skin-deep issue.
PMS and PMDD can't be "cured." There's no magic solution, but that doesn't mean you have to wave the white flag. Use these tactics to improve your overall well-being and manage your symptoms naturally.
In the end, perhaps this will be one of the most enduring elements of President Carter's legacy: listening to women and men who have so often been ignored and calling on the rest of us to do same.
It's time we ensure that all women have the opportunity to receive cardiovascular screenings and information wherever they seek primary care -- from pharmacies to community health clinics and even OB/GYNs. Launched by Sister to Sister, the Screen Us Where We Are campaign is demanding just that.
I am concerned that, when it comes to sharing what we know with our daughters, we face a challenge we did not anticipate.
By the time I arrived at the hospital, I had already blown through two doctors. I had learned to placate these individuals, feeding them the answers they wanted to hear and convincing them of my psychological progress.
Your well-being makes you a better mom, a better partner, a better working professional, a better you. While I know first-hand that work-life balance is demanding, I knew I didn't want to send a message that women can't have it all or that they must choose one over the other.
Take a walk down memory lane with me. On April 15, 2012 at 11 p.m. in New York City, Massiel Arias took a photo and published it on a little app calle...
I had a college degree, but suddenly I had no car, no income and few alternatives. To keep our family going, I was forced onto welfare and relied on food stamps to keep food on the table. In the blink of an eye, my aspirations for achieving a middle-class life for my family were shattered.
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.