Bodies

I fumbled with my lace bra, hoping my silicone form wouldn't fall out from the left cup. I wasn't exactly ready . . . yet I was.

The side effects of weight loss are not—gasp!—all positive.

I was in grade school, age 10, and heavy. On the playground at recess, the barbs began. They weren't clever—"Whale." "Fatso." "Cow"—but they worked.

If I had a spirit animal, it would be the sloth. And that slot would be binge-watching Transparent instead of going to the gym.

To the tattoo artist, I was a flesh canvas that she could transform into something beautiful.

New research suggests that brain inflammation occurring independent of a disease may be linked to depression. Could a "cure" be on the horizon?

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

It always happens during Warrior One pose . . .