Christine Schoenwald
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Christine Schoenwald Articles
I grew up in a fatphobic household — one that was created by my mother’s fear of getting and staying fat.
Read...I’m a survivor — of fat camp. How terrible could a weight-loss camp be? Well, it was bad enough that I’m still dealing with its after-effects decades later.
Read...As if parenting wasn't challenging enough, sometimes you actually have to talk to your children. Not only do you have to speak with them, but you want to do it in a way that will have positive and lasting results.
Read...My swimsuit phobia started in middle school — that breeding ground of body shame and fear. One minute I’m a kid excitedly putting on my pink two-piece and running into the ocean, the next, I’m avoiding any place where people are known to live in their swimsuits and I might be forced to wear one.
Read...My brother, Frederick, was eight when I was born. I don't know if he was happy to have a sister or resented me being born, as it was difficult to get any kind of reading on what he was thinking or feeling. I never felt any love or affection from him — unless his way of showing it was through emotional and physical abuse.
Read...My candy addiction is always with me, but the period between Halloween and New Years is the most challenging time of year.
Read...I know there are far worse injustices happening in the world, but getting weighed in front of people smacks of fat-shaming, and feels incredibly invasive.
Read...The truth is, we want our cats fat and our women skinny.
Read...I’m riding my bike around a local community center on a Sunday morning.
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