So you’re sitting there at the computer, doing whatever it is you do, and you get an email: “So-and-so tagged you in a photo on Facebook.” Just before you click the See Photo link, what goes through your mind? Do I look good? Do I look bad? Do I look… …
On Friday, I predicted that I was going to walk my eleventh half marathon with my heart. Turns out, I walked it with my guts. Pure, obstinate guts. You probably can’t tell from the photo above, but I was pretty nervous at the start of the race. My leg was …
In just about 48 hours, I’ll be standing at the start line of my eleventh half marathon. I’ve walked this course before – five times. I know each turn, each hill, each water stop. I know the cacophony of the start line, and the loneliness of those middle miles on …
Have you seen one of these pop up in your Facebook feed? These types of images/quotes are written by teenagers (at least I hope they are), but I see them passed around on adults’ walls all the time. The messages are clearly resonating beyond the hallways of our local high …
I’ve been thinking lately – reminiscing is too pleasant of a word – about the way certain people treated me when I was young. It’s funny, I don’t remember thinking of it as being bullied, but of course that’s exactly what it was. I was (brace yourselves) fat, so of …
Have you seen this commercial? Really powerful stuff. First of all, because these women talk about how going to buy jeans is such a traumatic, depressing experience. How sad and awful that we let the number on a tag inside our pants dictate how we feel about ourselves. A number …
Imagine you’re 14, you’re at the mall with your mom and your friend, it’s your birthday, and you’re super psyched (do kids still say “psyched”?) to do some shopping. So you head into rue21, and that’s when a store employee tells you you’re too fat to be shopping there, and …
Do you have a thing, a thing that is such a part of who you are that you can’t imagine yourself without it? It might be a skill, or a talent, your hobby, your art, your job. Something that truly makes you who you are, a thing by which you …
So there I was, half paying attention to the television, but keeping an eye on the commercials, as I always do, just to see if maybe some company out there will realize that not everything they sell me has to be hawked by thin, beautiful people… and it happened! It’s …
Here are eight words I never thought I’d write: I joined a gym, and I love it. Now, I’ve belonged to gyms before, and while I’ve loved the working out part, I haven’t actually enjoyed going there. I rarely felt comfortable or respected. Let’s face it, walking into a gym …
