Thousands of "involuntarily celibate" men in online forums are consumed by misogynist entitlement and a skin-deep quest for self-improvement.
I still know women like my mom. They absolutely detest getting older. They shake incredulous heads at the idea that perhaps they could accept another version of beauty. They are far from the midlife bloggers who stand in the bright sun, taking selfies or Periscopes of themselves, hooting about this and that, exuding confidence.
Of the four doctors who worked on me, not one had mental health screenings in place for their patients, except for asking if I had a history of depression, which I said I did, and that was that. None of the doctors suggested I consult a psychologist for what was clearly a psychological issue.
My body positivity does not hinge on the idea that all bodies are perfect as they are, because for some of us, this isn't true to our experience. But all bodies are worthy -- meaning we should treat them with love and care, whatever that care looks like so long as it's good for us.
Day 1 was rough. Awkwardness oozed from my lips as I stared into my eyes -- eyes that showed sadness, fatigue, loneliness, and guilt -- and uttered, "I love you." I felt like a used car salesman trying to unload a clunker to the girl in the mirror.
We live with these voices and expectations all the time, but often feel like we're the only ones who hear them and feel them. It's a relief to bring them out into the light and air and see that we're not the only ones.
* A typical user of the Dr. Phil 20/20 Diet Plan can expect to lose about one to two pounds per week. Now 22, Nicole says
Once I was off sugar, flour and diet soda, I began exercising. Walking was first, and it hurt like hell. First, I could only
When I was a kid growing up in Kenya, I imagined that one day I would step out of the closet and find a sense of brotherhood and belonging in the beautiful, rainbow flag-waving LGBT community. But the reality differed a great deal from my dreams.
I thought having a killer body was everything, and I had no idea when enough was enough. I was nailing magazine covers and product endorsements, but even with a gorgeous boyfriend who told me I was beautiful every day, I never felt like I was good enough when I looked in the mirror.
Being in Hollywood is like weighing yourself on Jupiter. No matter what I see in the mirror, in my head I am the flabbiest gay man to ever exist. Also, my timing sucks: I was a rail-thin teenager when muscle boys were it, and now that "lean is queen," I have love handles that are totally unlovable.
One hypothesis is that these eating disorders are related to gender roles -- that anorexia sufferers might be more likely