How many rules do you have for your life? This blogs looks at what happens when you start seeing your body as an instrument and not a project to be perfected.Read More
For all these things that I used, tried, worn, bought and dated, nothing--absolutely nothing--ever helped me bliss out from the life I lived. There was always one more thing to try, and one more thing to buy and one more person I just hadn't met yet.Read More
I bought bigger jeans this weekend, and I nearly had a panic attack.Read More
Every day, without fail, Pinterest and the media and well-meaning friends and family, in general, work tirelessly to try to make me turn against my body—and turn it into something other than what it is right now, today. Satisfaction is not a good selling point on the Internet.Read More
In December 2014 I organized six sticky notes onto a white piece of paper and put it on my refrigerator.
On each note was a mini food log, tallying my carbohydrate intake for the day and a note with big letters reminding me to stay under 25 grams of carbs. Within four weeks I had lost 7 pounds or so, but one afternoon I disappeared into a puddle of heaping, messy tears. I began breathing deeply and trying to understand why I was sobbing uncontrollably when I heard a small voice say:
You did it again. Your answer to everything is to go on a diet.Read More