Because the person he sees is the person I know I can be.

I have never one time talked about my body negatively in front of my daughters. They will always only hear me mention what makes me feel good, healthy and strong.

Someday, when food is not my best friend and worst enemy, my punishment and reward, my drug, my escape, my prison, I will write about it.

I was scrolling through your activities and the points for activities, and I think you are really missing the mark on points expenditures.

I strive to find balance, promoting positivity in all aspects of their lives without creating gigantic egos.

While I can (and do) tell my kids over and over that all bodies are good bodies and that there is no wrong way to have a body, it's so nice to expose them to other voices, artists, and stories in addition to mine.

When I stopped respecting you, I stopped respecting myself. Or maybe it was the other way around.

The wig was perfect; actually, it looked better than my own hair had, and it would never need trimming, just a weekly dunk in the sink.

In the last few months the familiar itch to Run has been getting itchier. I wonder how I could prioritize it and, more nervously, what it would all look and feel like.

I was afraid that by 35 I’d be too old to play with my son. So I did something about it.