Joni Edelman

I'll let you in on a little secret - being thin didn't make me happy, but being "Fat" does! Be fat and happy. Be unapologetically fat.

If you decide pit or leg hair isn't a big deal, then bam! It's not a big deal.

You do not have to hate your body — but you don’t have to love it either. While I'm happy with my fat body, I miss being thin.

Here’s something that isn’t rocket science either, Stephen Hawking: Diets don’t work.

More and more programs are offering services to help companies support and retain women during their maternity transition.

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When I was little, any time I got an insect bite or stubbed my toe, I had to ask my mom, “Am I going to die? If I was going to die from this, I’d already be dead — right?” I also had a 30-minute prayer that I needed to say at each meal or else everyone would be poisoned and die. And corners. I had to check all of them before I went to bed.

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.

When I heard about accusations that Lena sexually abused her sister, I was astonished. And my visceral emotional reaction prompted powerful questions.

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.