A bowl of yogurt seems like a strange adversary, but yogurt and I have been at war for years. I like yogurt. I really do! It's sweet, fruity, you can put fun things in it like granola and blueberries and even chocolate chips, it doesn't require preparation, and it's a decently filling and convenient breakfast … Continue reading Eating My Way to the Other Side
Dear readers, as much as I beat the drum of Health At Every Size (HAES), I have a confession to make: I am not what most would consider "healthy." A Cough, a Crash, a Tangled Cluster of Symptoms Most mornings, upon waking up, I cough. I cough and cough and cough. I feel pressure under … Continue reading Unhealthy
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Recently, I was going through old pictures of myself and pining for the body I used to have. I wrote Memories of a Body about the experience of going through those pictures, the feelings they evoked, and the memories I had tried to ignore. I saw a thinner body in pictures of myself in my … Continue reading Older, Wiser, Richer, Wider.
I am four years old. I am taking ballet class. I have to get up early on Saturday morning to go to ballet class at Karen Sachs' Dance Academy. I hate waking up early and I hate wearing itchy tights, but I love ballet class. I feel graceful and powerful when I dance, even if … Continue reading Memories of a Body.
Last week, my dog Special Agent Dale Cooper, started obsessing over something under our shed in the back yard. He'd squeeze his big melon head under the shed with great interest, then scoot backward and bark defensively. He spotted something. There was something under our shed. Something alive. I thought, Please don't let it be kittens, please don't let it be kittens.
It was a perfectly imperfect day. I forgot my wedding ring; a friend had to rush back to our house to grab it before the ceremony started. The weather was cold and crisp that day in March, and the wind was blowing; a few guests couldn’t stand the cold and watched our ceremony from the … Continue reading I was a fat bride. And it was awesome.