By Gililan Kessler. The only physical activity I've been really confident about for most of my life has been dancing.
By Emily Gallo. Who taught me that word? Who taught me that idea? Was it in a board book of opposites I read once?
How do I put makeup on my four year old?
How can we possibly feel that this man, Donald Trump, values that which we painstakingly endure in the course of Motherhood?
Let’s be defined by the love we pour out, not the way our pants hug our thighs.
Our time is too valuable to pick apart the width of our bodies instead of embracing the pieces that make up the width of our days.
“Yes, honey. I do have a squishy belly.”
To my three blessings: You are special. You are loved. You are enough, just as you are.
Recovery is a journey, not a destination. It’s a long road, and sometimes there are detours. Sometimes there are speed bumps. Sometimes there are accidents.
“Mom, I’m glad you’re not wearing that make up anymore. That means you are feeling better about yourself.”