Joni Edelman

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4. A high school government class.

As the mother of three teens, I'm here to tell you: You have nothing to freak out about.

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

I'll let you in on a little secret - being thin didn't make me happy, but being "Fat" does! Be fat and happy. Be unapologetically fat.

Our relationship has been a little complicated. I've loved you a lot, and I've loathed you at least that much, but mostly you've just gone unnoticed. Except for those 5 to 7 days every four weeks when you made your presence quite evident, what with the river of life blood and the random excruciating, and from what I can tell, unnecessary, contractions.

When you push a small human out of your body, things tend to get a little weird.

They will 

The FDA has approved a new drug for banishing double chins . . . it's ACID.

The Interent is ugly sometimes. And raising kids using it doesn't always make it easier.