…Sincerely, 30something & Premenopausal in Maine

This is what happened when I ran out of my hormone supplement. The eczema flare began fading as soon as I started up again.This is one of those times where I really have no fucking clue how to begin. So

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Operation Bathing Suit

It is the email subject line that stops my heart like clockwork every year: “Pool Opens This Weekend.”Wasn’t it just New Year’s Day two minutes ago?Remember New Year’s? That day nearly half a

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Knots

In a recent email exchange with a certain family member about mental health (ok, my mental health), it didn’t take long before finding myself in familiar and somewhat frustrating territory.With

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Manifesto: The Giant Ball Pit of Life

Just before school ended I agreed to attend our 6th grade field trip to the City Museum in St. Louis. It’s the second time I’ve been onthis trip and only missed last year due to last minute stuff,

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Suicide, Stigma, and Why Society Needs to Grow Up

Photo credit: ThinkstockParis Jackson survives a suicide attempt and the Internet laughs. So I dusted off my soapbox, put on my red lipstick just because I felt like it, and told a story of my own in my

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The Body Image Alternative World

I choose a photo shop free reality.I am always happy to see women angry enough to vent their frustration out at the media portrayals of women both on the journalism side and the advertising side of things.

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The Moral of the Story Is Stop Reading Magazines

Reading about the latest body image flap created by Seventeen magazine makes me thank God I don’t have a girl. Really, what I’m thanking Him for is that I don’t have a 53% chance of dealing with

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In Which We Say to Hell with Resolutions (the Vlog)

I wrote the following as a post for Girl Body Pride and meant for it to be posted and just walk away. But I’m being told the words I wrote don’t suck and that I should share them and read them and

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Sir Plucksalot

I have a witch mole.It is a birthmark on my cheek that sticks out like someone glued the tip of a skin-colored raisin to my face.When I was a little girl, it was just a dark, slightly raised “beauty

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Torah and the Dirty Woman

In graduate school, I was the lone female in a class filled with Orthodox Jewish boys. When we spoke about the role of women in Jewish ritual, one of my classmates spoke up.”You know what bothers

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