self care

When one has a mental illness and thrives under routine and consistency, change can be akin to a four-letter word. For me, that is certainly the Read...

I was a binge eater for the first 24 years of my life. As far back as I can remember, I would binge on food. My mom was a health nut and very Read...

For long time, I wondered why the people I dated, people I was friends with, and jobs I was taking on were temporary or weren't ever interested in Read...

If you aren’t Fat and Fab, what are you? If you have a shit day — a really shit day; one where you despise your body — is it tantamount to a chink Read...

You realize pretty soon that everything other than cancer — i.e. missing a train, being late to your dentist appointment — is no biggie compared Read...

It started out like any other Friday fall morning. The foliage was slowly turning to stunning yellows, reds, and oranges. Workers and students Read...

Have you ever noticed how cultish fad diets can be? I didn’t, because I was in the cult. And cult members never think they are part of a cult. I’m Read...

“You’re getting thin, gal!” My mom said as I strutted through the archway of my parents’ front door. “Thanks mom,” I muttered. It was the fifth Read...