or How my dog drove me to get Botox. In past years having my period at work meant I regularly employed the old tampon up your sleeve on the way to the rest room routine. But of late I take a different tack. In my dotage, I march towards the restroom twirling my tampon like a baton. Continue Reading
Yup. The title of this post is my tagline. And sadly, it's now become 15 pounds. Although when I wrote that tagline I probably only needed to lose seven, but the line sounded funnier with ten. Now -- not so funny. I've written about how I'm going to accept that I'm never going to accept my body. Continue Reading
Thursday in the New York Times, there was an article in the style section about tween girls getting facials, waxings, blow-outs, and professional make-up applications. And just in case you didn't know, tweens - in marketing parlance anyway - are 7-12 year olds. True, the article only talked about Continue Reading
I am never going to love my body just the way it is, and that's OK. Let me explain: Yesterday, I read this post about a woman struggling with her post-baby body. What struck me about the piece was that this struggle is new for her. She talks about how she never had body image issues until she had Continue Reading
Lately, my eight daughter has been obsessed with her size. She has been weighing herself constantly - with her clothes on, without her clothes on, before a meal, after a meal. She's been reporting her weight to the tenth of a pound several times a day. "I weigh 56.2!" "Now it says 54.9!" It's Continue Reading