I’m not ready to have a conversation about the word thin with my five-year-old, but it doesn’t seem that I have a choice.
Bodies I saw everywhere I went looked nothing like what I've been told mine should look like.
I hate where I am. Why is it so taboo to say I hate my body?
Every day I wake up and put on my armor for myself and my family. But relapsing is not my worst fear - it's passing it on to my three beautiful girls.
We can tell our daughters every day that they are smart, beautiful, funny, and kind, but the goal is for them to hear it and most importantly, to believe it.
Even celebrities struggle with post baby body sometimes.
It’s kind of like the first time you go to an amusement park.