It’s National Barbie Day!
When I was a kid, much to my feminist mother’s chagrin, I adored Barbies. I spent my allowance money on Day-to-Night Barbie, Pretty-in-Pink Barbie, and Ba...
Category: body image
Where Did 10,000 Steps Come From?
Ten thousand steps. That’s how many we’re supposed to get. But did you come across that article about bodybuilders who conserve their energy all day...
Cold Turkey
This comes directly from my journal, so it’s personal and raw. Ha! And you thought I was already bearing the depths of my soul! Just wait… Ci...
Grumpy Old Friends
God, I’m tired. I woke up in a pissy mood. I got dressed up today because I had a meeting at school, I’m getting my hair cut, and I hate looking at mysel...
UNLEARN: Forgetting the Concept of Fat Bias
Your legs are big, and they have a lot of fat on them. My ten year old said this to me, conversationally, as we were lazing on my bed, along with his brother, o...
I Haven’t Written Lately Because Listicles
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a blog post. My paying work picked up its pace over the past several months and the kids are out of school....
Too Big For My Britches
Literally. I was going to a gift exchange party yesterday evening and decided to see if I could fit into a pair of burgundy corduroys I bought a couple of years...
My Body – Positively
When I was about fourteen, I read Seventeen Magazine on a regular basis. This was the late eighties, so the pages were covered in tall, lithe, gorgeously-dresse...