Lisa Marie Basile

The sum of a city isn’t always made up of its parts.

Remember that your body is you, it is not separate. Treat it, yourself, with love. You’re a body of magic.

In this column, I talk about things other people think or say, but not out loud, and certainly not in public. No one wants to say, “People either love me or hate me” because it sounds ridiculous and arrogant and icky.

It’s Monday, 6 a.m. and Sarah, 30, wakes up — as she does five days a week (but really, it’s seven, because the body is a fickle thing).

Some grief is inert. Some grief is an engine. Sometimes actively participating in grief, I’ve learned, is one small way we can learn to escape its riptide.

It can really take a toll on you when you have to parent a parent.

When the spread was published, all the girls in the shot were small — small enough to notice their not-bigness. It was the first time I felt “othered,” the first time I noticed how some versions of thin weren’t thin enough.

What do you do when your workplace is so toxic that it makes you sick? How do you take action then? What happens when you have nothing left to give?