I want to offer something like an elegy. For the girls I know and the girl I was, who engineer their lives for emptiness. For those who have died, or died a little. For a generation of brilliant, driven women who get up, look in the mirror, and demand less of themselves.

Every woman on this planet is a real woman. There is not one single "type" that is better or womanlier than another. There is not one woman who holds the title of supreme, but... real? Real is what we all are.

Let's stop tearing each other down and instead, educate each other on how to treat our bodies and ourselves with the utmost compassion and respect.

We are barraged in the media with "skinny" and "fat," but the "fit" is missing, and that's a problem.

There is a difference between showing concern and making someone feel uncomfortable with their own body.

Consider the clavicle. Clavicles, actually. There are two of them, the darlings, the slender twin horizontal bones forming those small knobs at the...

Though the risks of skinny fat are very real, the issue is one of context.