Three years ago I weighed just shy of 250 pounds. I wore size 18 pants, XL or XXL shirts, and had curves for days. Society would not necessarily have considered my body beautiful, but I was extremely comfortable in my skin. One day I decided to slap on a bathing suit, write a little blurb
I honestly have completely mixed feelings about this “new me.” I am happy that I am making healthier choices, and proud of the will power I have somehow accrued, but sad that so much of my life needs to be spent thinking about when and what I can eat.
Dear Young Man: As I was walking to my car after work today I saw you and your group of high school friends approaching me on the sidewalk. You might not know this but often women purposely avoid making eye contact with men on the street to avoid unwanted comments and attention. I, however, looked
It’s the New Year: time to be bombarded by every weight loss, body sculpting, resolutioner’s dream-turned-nightmare advertising campaign designed to remind us that we’re not good enough. Let’s fix it, now, for the bargain price of 4 easy installments of my first-born child. But how do I really feel? In my very first blog for CT Working
About a week ago, before bedtime, my four year old hopped on the scale in my bathroom. “It says I am 50 pounds. Is that too fat? Or is it too skinny?” I was surprised at this reaction from my preschool-aged child. Four years old– and male– and already concerned that he might be too