Filling the Hole

Dear Diary, Let’s talk about fat. Let’s talk about being fat and societal expectations and fatphobia and food. I want to talk about all those things because I struggle with them on the daily. I’m currently far fatter than I’d like to be, and it’s all I can think about. Well, not all I can […]

Muscle Memory

Katrina and Colleene

We all have untold stories, pieces of us that for whatever reason remain buried, unseen. But that doesn’t always mean they should stay there, hidden. I am an advocate of sharing stories as a way to heal — both self and others. And yet, there are some I’ve been reluctant to voice, to name, to […]

When I Inhabit Too Much Space

You Are Beautiful

I am grateful to Mamalode for hosting my story today. That space always feels safe… even when I’m feeling most vulnerable. Thanks, Mamalode. XO When I Inhabit Too Much Space

Enough – My Messy Beautiful

Mary Claire

My relationship with food and with my body is complicated, slippery, broken. My ability to deal with it from a place of reason and intellect waxes and wanes. No matter how it may or may not manifest itself, I will always have an eating disorder. Just as rape is not about sex, eating disorders are […]

Enough

Katrina Shoots a Basketball

In recognition of National Eating Disorders Awareness week… * * * My relationship with food and with my body is complicated, slippery, broken. My ability to deal with it from a place of reason and intellect waxes and wanes. No matter how it may or may not manifest itself, I will always have an eating […]

Big

Andi, Katrina, and Jess

Two weeks ago, I lost nine pounds. Last week, I gained eight of them back. This is not a new story in my anthology. I have always been Oprah-esque in my ability to lose and gain, to rinse and repeat. So are many of you. I know that from the emails I receive, the private […]

All Things in Moderation

Katrina and Friends

My metabolism is on vacation. Better she than I, though. She looks much better in a bikini. I, in fact, haven’t looked good in a bikini since I was sixteen. And that, my friends, was quite a few years ago. So, I’m wishing her well, bidding her adieu until she decides to return. I hope […]