weight

In my late 20s, a neuromuscular disease affected my ability to swallow normally, and I couldn’t eat enough to maintain a healthy weight. Every bite posed a choking hazard, and despite the fact that I would spend hours laboring to swallow meals, I continued to lose body mass. I was poorly nourished, and I looked it.

I can’t just eat in moderation—at least not yet. But I am fine-tuning and honing and perfecting my body with the honor, respect, and love of a hand-crafted sword.

If we as women get to define for ourselves what beauty looks like, then the power will no longer rest with those who pad their fortunes with our self-loathing.

91% of women report dissatisfaction with their body. Ninety-one. I know you know math—that’s 9/10 of women.

The new book Body of Truth questions our never-ending quest for the perfect physique.

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.