Joni Edelman

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.

Silly me, I thought the darn thing took care of itself. Little did I know I was sorely mistaken and had a vagina complex.

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.

Are the advances worth the trade-offs? You be the judge.

It's not always easy to find a new partner when you have kids in tow. But not only is it possible, it's worth it.

If you decide pit or leg hair isn't a big deal, then bam! It's not a big deal.

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

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of