Joni Edelman

"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

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You can work your butt off and still be left with a tummy. Bummer.

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

You know what’s an epidemic? Making people feel second rate and ashamed, criminalizing them for something like having an obese pregnancy.

[CN: suicide, overdose] Gratitude stops me from ending my life, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to end my life. Even the fierce love I have for my family doesn’t mean I don’t feel utterly hopeless sometimes.

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.

The Interent is ugly sometimes. And raising kids using it doesn't always make it easier.

New research suggests that brain inflammation occurring independent of a disease may be linked to depression. Could a "cure" be on the horizon?