“My butt looks huge in these pants, and they’re too tight.”
“No! You look great!”
“Easy for you to say; you’re skinny!”
“Yeah, but I have no boobs!”
“I’ll gladly give you my boob fat!”
This is a typical conversation between my Generation X friends. Depending on where you search, Generation X are those people born between 1961–1965, and 1981–1985.
I have been in a book club for 26 years. These women are my closest friends and I love them dearly. We are all constantly complaining about our bodies and trying different diets. At any given time, we are on…
In Running With Scissors, my favorite memorist, Augusten Burroughs, begins with a story of watching his mother get ready to go out. He’s nine years old, and fascinated with his mother’s primping. He doesn’t want her to leave, and when she does he runs to her bedroom and tries on her dresses.
In this stellar memoir, Burroughs discusses his addictions, his sexuality, his rape — in graphic detail — and his insane family.
I remember the first time I read it. I was astounded by his candor and bravery.
How did he do it? Wasn’t he afraid of what people…
Every morning I begin my day with a guided meditation. My favorite ones are the Deepak Chopra 15 minute meditations, which I’ve been doing for years. Perhaps you are not a fan of his, but to me, his voice is soothing and comforting. He gives a short talk, then introduces a mantra for you to focus on, such as Om Shanti.
I’ve been listening to him for so long that it feels like a familiar ritual when I hear him say: Please continue with your meditation. …
Trigger Warning: this article contains descriptions of eating disorders and associated behavior that may not be suitable for all readers. Fearless community, please read with care.
In January of 2019, I started using Noom and logging my meals. I followed the rules to the letter — logging every calorie, reading the articles and cheering on the other users. I was determined to lose weight, although my clothes size was a six or eight, depending on the brand.
I’m gonna tell you right off the bat — I am not someone who makes a lot of money on Medium. I’m not going to show you my stats because first I don’t know how to, and second, they are laughable. I consider it a win if I just make enough money to cover my membership each month.
I’ve been writing for Medium since 2018 and admitted in the first year I hardly posted at all. I’ve posted a lot more in the last 18 months, but I still never had a “viral” article. …
When I was in high school, my dad bought a pool table for our basement. After school, when my younger sister was in her room singing show tunes or talking on the phone with friends, I would be in the basement, working on my skills. I had a gold-colored pool cue, and I got quite good, although I never played with anyone, since I had no friends. I had a boyfriend, but we could only hang out on the weekends.
In 1979, when Pink Floyd’s The Wall came out, the first single that my local radio station played was Another…
If you’ve not seen Moxie yet, don’t waste your time. It’s terrible.
In this movie, which is touted as a “teen Grrrl power film,” Amy Poehler plays a “cool mom” of high school student Vivian (Hadley Robinson).
Vivian’s high school is a hotbed of sexism, and she’s determined to do something about it. She finds this determination after another student, Lucy (Alycia Pascual-Pena), stands up to their English teacher, asking him why they are forced to read only “dead white dudes.”
Typical of movies by white directors, Lucy, is reduced to the black sidekick, with little to no backstory, and…
A couple weeks ago I had knee surgery for a torn meniscus. My knee looks gross, mostly because I’m 56, and also there are yellowed, fraying, bloody Steri-Strips still sticking to my wounds. I’m afraid to pull them off, in case I start bleeding.
I decided if my knee had to look disgusting, at least I could have nice, sexy red toenails.
Even though things are slowly becoming safer, I still hesitate to go anywhere that I don’t have to. I visit my parents and I get my hair done in someone’s basement studio, where I’m the only customer. …
Tomorrow, I’m having knee surgery.
I’ve been worried about this and dreading it, because I know I won’t be able to work out for a while — probably 4–6 weeks — and this is terrible for someone with exercise addiction.
Do you see what I just did?
I am living in the future. An uncertain future that has not arrived yet. A future that most likely won’t be as bad as I fear.
Worry, dread, anticipation, and expectations can ruin your present moment.
What if I changed my attitude?
Instead of focusing on what might happen tomorrow, next week, or…
Every morning for the past three years, I do the same thing.
I get up early, go to the bathroom, then weigh myself.
Writing this makes me cringe.
Before I weighed myself every day, I had a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy about my weight. I would go months and months without weighing myself, and steadily gain weight, until I finally was brave enough to step on the scale. I was always horrified to see how much weight I had gained.
Then, I would go on some sort of diet to try to lose.
Three years ago, I decided to…
English professor, yoga teacher, failed Greek Orthodox. Searching for wisdom, clarity, and a fresh bag of circus peanuts.