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Anorexia is not what you think. Warning: Triggering pictures included.

It was all going well . . . until the SWAT team arrived.

This article first appeared on Mamamia and has been republished with perm

I spent seventeen years in an abusive relationship. Not only do I the physical scars to prove it, I carefully tote a heavy heap of emotional scars. Humiliation, fear, and shame were poured into my heart for years, by a person that claimed to love me - my mother.

I wasn’t thankful. I was too negative. I wasn’t doing enough. When I found out my mood swings weren't my fault, that I had bipolar disorder, I cried.

In my checkered past, long before I was a member of the PTA, I sometimes worked behind the scenes in X-rated films

This support my gender-fluid child receives at school means so much to my family, but the ripple effects of what the children will learn will go far.

When I heard about the Ashley Madison hack, my heart sank. Not because any of my information would be released — but because I knew my husband’s would. Several years ago, my husband created an Ashley Madison account behind my back.

How is it possible to be an accidental fluffer on a porn set? The first time I realized I was a fluffer by default was during a gig at Adventure Studios.

I’ve shared my struggles in navigating when your kid is struggling with their sexuality, at the end of the day, this is my daughter’s story.