Dinah Washington led a prolific and successful career, but died before her time due to weight loss drugs. Read More Forgotify, the Last Frontier: “If I Had You”
What is that you say? It’s following the oral arguments to guess at the ruling.
*Shakes magic eight ball.* “All signs point to no.” Read More Editorial Masterbitch Theater: Is It Possible to Speak Rationally About Fat?
Q. I’ve lost a lot of weight in the past year. I mean, basically the net weight of a couple of pre-schoolers. I’ve got a little ways to go to get to my goal (which is whatever weight I land on while I train for a couple of half marathons). Read More The Swaths In Between: Sex, Weight Loss, And Reclaiming Your Terrain
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Every once in a while, I get one of those emails that nearly knocks me over.
“I am afraid to give up the dream of being thin. I have good days, where I can accept myself and think I am beautiful, but I can never let go of the dream of being thin, and I am afraid that if I fully commit to your methods, I will be a failure, and that no matter how amazing my life is, everyone will know me for a failure if I stay fat.”
Raise your hand if you know what this woman is talking about! (Yes, my hand is up too.)
The dream of being thin is a collective sort of dream. One that we’re sold and told to believe in from such an early age that even just acknowledging it as a dream (and not a truth) is a huge step.
But what do you do with the dream of being thin when, at least intellectually, you know it’s a dream that isn’t worth dreaming anymore?
Last week, fifteen amazing speakers joined me for the Health At Every Size® (HAES®) Master Class. Read More In Case You Missed It: My Top Ten Takeaways From the HAESÂ® Master Class
Last week, I came across this gem of a post over at Jezebel. Read More What Diets And Deodorants Have In Common (It’s Probably Not What You Think)
[Discussion of eating-related issues] I know it’s coming, and I brace myself. “Have you lost weight? You look great!” I know that the person is giving me a compliment, is trying to make me feel good. I replay the words in my head, pretend like they said “Did you get new glasses? You look great!”, and do my best to smile and change the subject. Read More Losing Myself