The Fitbit Diaries: Day 11

I’ve hit a fitness plateau, where healthy eating and my typical levels of belligerent self-motivation don’t seem to be cutting it any longer. Maybe it’s turning the corner out of my twenties. Who knows? All I can say is that for some reason, the bright glowing numbers on an elliptical machine display at the gym motivate me … Continue reading The Fitbit Diaries: Day 11

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Lady Parts: Weight Obsession Part 2, Hell is Other People

Sometimes, reflecting on my twenty-eight years of life, I'm amazed I've never been arrested. One time in a bar, a man told me, "You know, if you covered up your tattoos, took out your piercings, and dyed your hair back to normal, you might actually be pretty." You might... You might actually be pretty. Why … Continue reading Lady Parts: Weight Obsession Part 2, Hell is Other People

Lady Parts: Weight Obsession and Levels of Unhealthy, Part 1

My mother was a dieter, predisposed to being large-breasted and having a larger bottom to balance. In a firm, toned woman this is pleasingly referred to as 'hourglass' and calls to mind Christina Hendricks in Mad Men, with curves so precise even a Lamborghini couldn't navigate them. In my mother and I, though, the shape wore … Continue reading Lady Parts: Weight Obsession and Levels of Unhealthy, Part 1