On Bikinis and Dieting
Emily Wieranga
You –the girl who is starving herself to fit into a bikini – I was you. Oh honey, I was you –even though I
You –the girl who is starving herself to fit into a bikini – I was you. Oh honey, I was you –even though I
I was sitting in a hotel room on a king-sized bed at a conference. I was sitting there alone, not minding being alone, wishing
“What does that sign say?” A question I often hear from the backseat as we’re stopped at an intersection. I’m aware of the person
It’s 3 a.m., and I can’t sleep. Not because of a “nighttime worry” session, but because my heart is bursting with something difficult to
I believe in the mother-instinct. I believe in GUT, versus GUILT. So here are five things in particular I refuse to apologize for. 1.
All of these things have been said by my family in the past month … “Mom, the only question you helped me with on
It’s just shy of 5:30, and I’m exhausted. A month-long string of teething, sickness and travel has left my one-year-old son having forgotten how
As I drove through the early morning darkness, I approached the “Golden Arches” for my first caffeine hit of the day — Diet Coke.
I made a bucket-list of special things I wanted to do in my lifetime. Each item
I was nine years old when I tried to starve away my curves. I tried to starve away the parts of me that made