I’m gonna do that thing that they say you shouldn’t do: Start a blog post with a definition. (Who are they, anyway? And are they actually reading my blog? Hi! Can you get me on HuffPo?) Here’s a definition of perfect: Having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; …
It’s time to have your say! The word fat has proved to be pretty problematic for a lot of people, so I’m curious: What word would you prefer me to use when describing my body? I’m not asking what word you would use to describe yourself, but rather what word …
Do you ever do that thing where you know you shouldn’t look at something, but you do anyway? I’m not just talking about the kind of rubbernecking you might do when you pass an accident on the highway. I’m thinking in particular about the kind of peeking that happens in …
By now I’m guessing you’ve heard about the ad in this year’s Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue that has everyone talking. In case you haven’t, here it is: I know I should probably be really excited about this. I mean, it’s a non-thin woman in a bathing suit – a bikini, …
Remember that terrible movie from the 90s, She’s All That? You know, the one where the cute little pixie wore overalls and glasses and was pranked by the cool kids because she’s so unattractive, until she puts on a dress and contacts and suddenly she’s super hot? That movie always …
I love words. They are my life and my livelihood. I love the moment where I put my fingers to the keys and the words start coming. Whether I’m writing fiction or a post here on BFD, words help me to understand, shape, and be a part of the world. Here’s …
When I was in middle school, I fell in love with a song. It was, I thought, the most beautiful, romantic song I’d ever heard. I knew that this was the song that would play when my husband and I shared our first dance as Mr. and Mrs. This song became so special …
After my chat with Dear Abby last week, I had a revelation. I think that, for some people, fat people are not really human. I’m not surprised, really. (More surprised that it took me this long to realize it.) I mean, how many times have you seen a picture like this …
You guys, my phone rang at eight o’clock on Friday night, and I kid you not: It was Dear Abby on the other end. A bit ago, I wrote Dear Abby an open letter, which I not only posted here on BFD, but I also sent to her through her …
The other day, I went to see my doctor. Just a routine appointment. I’ve gotten in the habit of not looking when nurses weigh me, not talking about the number. But the office now hands you a piece of paper when you leave, and on that paper is my Current …
