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.

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

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

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.

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.

What to really expect when you're expecting.

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.

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.

I said (on TV, to Rachael Ray, so there are a few million witnesses): If you want a bikini body, put a bikini on your body.