Bodies

Okay, I know I’ve kept some of you that follow me on Instagram in the dark for awhile now, and I’m sorry. I wanted to write this column and let everyone know at once. With no further ado…

My weight doesn’t make me something less, but something more: a beautiful woman.

Right before I had a baby, two years ago, I was happy (enough) with my weight. I ate what I wanted. I walked a lot. I felt strong.

Two weeks ago, I was in West Lafayette, Indiana. I flew into Chicago at around midnight, and I was picked up by new friend and hostess, Mel.

In light of the news that the GOP’s Affordable Care Act replacement

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For fat people, Weight Loss Surgery is often touted as the magic bullet that will solve everything from sickness to single-ness to stigmatization.

“My friend” was ever faithful despite my hostility towards her presence. Every 28 days, like clockwork, she would arrive.