Joni Edelman

91% of women report dissatisfaction with their body. Ninety-one. I know you know math—that’s 9/10 of women.

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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.

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

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.

I want my kids to have an understanding of the truth of sex, the ins, the outs, the details no one wants to ask anyone—least of all their mom.

Look, I'm not saying McDonald's did this themselves, I'm just saying, a lot of the people that work there probably agree.

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.

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