I don’t watch movies. Or TV. Yeah, I know, I’m a riot at cocktail parties. Good thing I dance funny or I’d never get invited anywhere. But my kids watch the occasional movie. (What? A mom’s got a get a break sometime. You think this website runs itself? My kids DON’T NAP.) And ever since …
Second Son (4 years old): Whatdahet?? (his favorite nonsensical eptithet – heaven help me when he learns real cuss words) I am SO FAT! Just look at me! First Son (5 years old): Yeah, well I’m super skinny. Look at my bones everywhere! I’m just a little boy wasting away! (Oh the drama.) My blood …
Blame it on their friends! (Don’t we always?) But wait, it’s not that simple. In all of my writing about my struggles with anorexia, orthorexia and general bad-self-image-exia, I have come to notice something interesting. Particularly something interesting about you. Every time I write about eating disorders or the pressure to be thin, the majority …
