Joni Edelman

So you fed your baby some formula instead of breast milk. His future is not shot. Really. It's not—and The Guilt serves no one.

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

You do not have to hate your body — but you don’t have to love it either. While I'm happy with my fat body, I miss being thin.

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

[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.

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.

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.

As a celebration of the Ravishly community, we welcome you to #RavsReaders, a weekly feature where we'll spotlight one of our beloved readers.

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.

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