Today I really had to listen to my body, and my body simply needs different things the third week of the month than it does the other weeks. So, I was eating a bag of chips to help answer the need (I needed the salt. It was required) and I started to think about something. For a product that is mostly marketed to women, do any diets allow for cravings, bloating, constipation, etc. that come every month, or do they simply expect bodies to be the exact same every day?…

I used to love my tits. Everything about them. As a preteen and a late bloomer, I was the girl who would stuff socks similar in size in my training bra to imagine what it would be like to have actual breast. They were my entry into womanhood. They were adored by anyone who I was intimate with. I can even remember the first compliment they ever received. I knew that life would eventually take its toll on my breasts, but I did not expect to part ways with my beloved boobs at 26 years of age due to a diagnosis that was so unexpected, so untimely and so completely unfair…

What’s it like to live in my body? This is an interesting question. It has it’s challenges, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is the only life I’ve known. Being born with Spina Bifida and a life threatening condition called Gastroschisis has not made this body or life a walk in the park, but to change that would probably mean changing who I am as I person and I am absolutely in love with this girl!…

From the beginning I was I fat. Okay, from the age of 7…I was fat. My fatness was always viewed as a “problem.” A problem that my parents were very concerned about fixing. Growing up, it seemed being fat was the worst thing that could ever happen to a person. I have memories from the age of 10 of my mother going on diets and asking me to join. I was dragged to Weight Watchers meetings, church diet support groups, and doctor visits…

My name is Madeline and I am 22 years old. I am currently getting my undergraduate degree in psychology. I was born with a condition called Arthrogryposis Multiplex Congenita. I want to start by emphasizing that although my disability has impacted my life greatly, it does not define me…not anymore. Before I started public school, I didn’t know that I was disabled. I didn’t think that there was anything “wrong” with me. Then, the first week from school I returned home one day from kindergarten and asked my mom what was wrong with my hands. I asked her why am I different…