Joni Edelman

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.

You should know that she is a really awesome human.

In honor of World Bipolar Day, I present a sample stream of consciousness based on my experiences living with this disorder.

I am tired of taking medication. I am tired of relying on the manufactured versions of the chemicals and hormones my body could — should? — make for itself.

Body politics activist. Photographer. Chronic quoter of Monty Python. Unapologetic fat chick.

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

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

In today's HELLO, OBVIOUSLY news: National Coffee Day.

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

I want my kids to have an understanding of the truth of sex, the ins, the outs, the details no one wants to ask anyone—least of all their mom.