Joni Edelman

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

[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.

“I don’t even know what to say, Joni. Your baby isn’t alive.”

All boobs are good boobs. And all areola too!

Now that I've embarked upon the decade I once considered "old," there are a few things I'd like my 20 (and 30) year-old self to know.

Do you want people to for-sure panic? Tell them not to panic.

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

Nutritionists have weighed in on what to order at McDonald's. Here's what I think you should get instead.

Brangelina are splitting up. A sad day for them, a joyful day for single ladies everywhere.

It doesn’t get any more difficult to insult ourselves, regardless of how old we are. It would be ideal if it got easier to respect ourselves, but it generally doesn’t do that either. Every year you age, and every year the aging you looks at the you of the years before and thinks, I can’t believe I thought I was fat/ugly/etc.