I felt frazzled today as I pulled on my lycra, getting ready for the gym. I was running late to meet Lauren and had just come from the most bizarre writing workshop at my college. I had talked on the phone to my dad on the way home and he sounded sad, and I felt a million […]
Two roads diverged in a wood. And, I… I took the road that led me straight to the gym, with a friend. And that has made all the difference. My idea of exercising was going to yoga once a week (yay), doing the treadmill once or twice a week while I read magazines (meh), or trying to […]
I hadn’t looked at my body in a long, long time. I loved my body while pregnant, but as soon as I gave birth I felt uncomfortable with it. So much of my shape had changed. My stomach had a new, looser shape, and my midriff had stretch marks. I’d read all of the memes about being a tiger who earned my stripes- but I still didn’t want to look at them.
Note: This post is about breasts. America. Land of the free and the home of the uniboob. And double boob. And under boob. And side boob. And back rolls caused by ill-fitting bra straps. Because American bra-makers (if there is such a thing- it’s probably more like American bra-decision makers) seem to think A through D […]