Joni Edelman

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

...I’m going to help you! By “help” I mean “tell you all the things that didn’t work.”

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.

Psychiatric illness is still stigmatized. And that’s hard when you have a psychiatric illness.

Good news: they'll probably grow out of it. Bad news: probably not until they are 23.

How do I raise a boy to love and respect all women regardless of size in a world where he is bombarded with images of what is attractive?

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

Having kids doesn't have to mean the death of your sex life.

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

I don’t think anyone who has been to the spirited child parenting rodeo would call a mother who screams, “bad,” or who loses her temper, a “failure.” I think we all understand parenting is really really hard from the get go, and parenting a kid who won’t sleep, who screams and kicks and says they hate you, is its own challenge