Chalk it up to a loaded genetic gun, the shortening days, Jelly Bean’s self-weaning (she was my oxytocin dealer, yo) or an illness in the family – How about d) all of the above? – but I’ve dove headlong back into the dumpster of depression. (I have not, however, lost my powers of alliteration. It’s …
A mother’s love – they say that nothing is more powerful. (At least if you believe Harry Potter, which of course I do. I’m a sucker for green eyes.) So if this is true then I know the second most powerful force on the planet: A mother’s guilt. Whether they hand it to you as …
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“No.” Jelly Bean, 9 months old, said her very first word a few days ago! It was very clear (and very much a product of having three older brothers who like to scream that word incessantly) – said in the context of me taking away the graham cracker she was powdering the floor with. You …
Normal. It’s not a word I’m used to using in regards to Lindsay Lohan. From the very beginning she has been many things – oh how I adored her as the red-haired imp on The Parent Trap, Culottes Edition – but she has never been normal. Currently, for those of you keeping tabs on the …
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This pretty much sums up my life – except the boogers are generally from someone else’s nose. Oprah beat me to it. As if it isn’t bad enough that the woman rules all media outlets, now she has stolen my own epiphany right out from under me! It was my very own “A-Ha” moment! Oh …
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Photo Credit Our society is warped. Twisted. A veritable fun-house of fat and thin mirrors when it comes to body image. One on hand we have Kim Kardashian, queen of curves, compelled to exclaim in an interview, “I look a lot bigger on TV. When I meet people, the first thing they say is, ‘Wow, …
Mostly I exercise so I can make faces like this. Gets me my own treadmill any time of day. Librarians love me. Having cultivated a lifelong belief that everyone knows how to run my life better than I do, one of my favorite activities is begging people more knowledgeable than I am to tell me …
Suicide is in the air. Kazakh model Ruslana Korshunova dove to her death from her New York balcony. Canadian model Hayley Kohle leapt to a similar fate from a balcony in Milan. On the same day as Kohle, model Randy Johnston died of a drug overdose. Columbian model Lina Marulinda also chose a free fall …
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The first thing you notice about The Anna Westin House in rural Minnesota, named for one of the saddest stories in eating disorder lore, is that you don’t notice it at all. Two light brick townhouses joined at the kitchen, it blends seamlessly in with the surrounding upper middle class neighborhood. From the green and …
Image Credit I’m broken. In so many ways: PTSD from my sexual assault (is that weird that I claim it as “my” sexual assault?), anxiety, OCD, depression, SAD and even extreme PMS. Oh and don’t forget to add every permutation of eating disorders known to mankind; I’ve been anorexic, exercise-purging bulimic/compulsive overexerciser, orthorexic, ED-NOS. I’m …
