Let’s face it, even though we love ourselves, there are parts of our bodies that we are happier revealing more than others. Me, I have great boobs. In fact, in my brief dating period between husband and Duckfish, one guy got the flick because he commented “I’m not really a boob man.” I have an… Read More
People get quite heated over the terms we use to describe our relationship with food. It is like the label on a religion. Everyone is acknowledging a higher power, but we fight over whether it is God, Buddha, Mohamed, Jesus, the Universe, Spirit or the magic fairies at the bottom of the garden [which is where… Read More
My husband and I were married for fifteen years. The passion had long ago disappeared from our relationship (if it had ever really been there at all). We were lucky if we had sex once every three months. In the beginning I blamed it on the Depo Provera I was using for contraception. After I… Read More
This blog is not about me. You see, I’ve more or less conquered the demons of my eating disorder and I’ve moved on. I no longer exercise to purge the “bad” food I ate yesterday. I don’t diet or count calories in order to stay at a magic number on the scales. I am not… Read More
The authentic me deserves a chance to live, to cherish the sacred gift of life and to explore the limitless potential that the future holds. I have no right to smother her, strangle her, or asphyxiate the life out of her.
The official term for suicide is “intentional self harm”. I have been guilty of the very thing I have fiercely denounced.
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