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.

When I read about orthorexia, I think about myself and a lot of my peers who relate to these symptoms, but don’t know there are resources.

Don’t turn to “Dr. Google” to answer your nutrition questions when you can turn instead to HelloFlo and VProud’s Master Classes to get reliable, correct information.

I chose to do this swim, from Alcatraz to San Francisco, to push myself into an uncomfortable place.