I consider the ways in which I have struggled to love my own body, and the ways in which I have been careful about not voicing my unhealthy thoughts around my daughters.
Losing the Handle on Treats
I’ve lost the handle on how often my kids eat treats. In fact, the word “treat,” which conjures up images of special occasion for cakes, ice cream sundaes, and hard-to-get confections, has been rendered meaningless in our family. In short, opportunities for treats happen too often.
Saxy
We want our daughters to be confident. We want them to feel strong. To feel bright. To feel capable.
Bring It
By Gililan Kessler. The only physical activity I've been really confident about for most of my life has been dancing.
Skinny
By Emily Gallo. Who taught me that word? Who taught me that idea? Was it in a board book of opposites I read once?
Already Lovely
How do I put makeup on my four year old?
Demander-in-Chief: Fat-Shaming in the Age of Trump
How can we possibly feel that this man, Donald Trump, values that which we painstakingly endure in the course of Motherhood?
Go Ahead And Wear Your Fat Pants
Let’s be defined by the love we pour out, not the way our pants hug our thighs.
An Open Letter To My 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.
It’s All In the Belly
“Yes, honey. I do have a squishy belly.”