Joni Edelman

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.

Good god, where will I ever find someone who will love me in such a pitiful condition?

It's always so good to know the folks doing the work you're doing.

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

Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.

My daughter just had 75 of her Instagram yoga images pilfered. What is going on? And what can we do about it?

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

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

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.