Joni Edelman

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

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.

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[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.

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

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.

I was told that feminism is man hate. That abortion is murder. And then I thought, "What am I doing here?"

Can we just take a pause to consider all of the total fucking bullshit to which we subject ourselves?

Don’t most kids feel afraid to come home?

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