We got blood panels, cardiograms and X-rays. No one thought to schedule evaluations with a psychologist.
Thousands of "involuntarily celibate" men in online forums are consumed by misogynist entitlement and a skin-deep quest for self-improvement.
A new law in France requires commercial photos with retouched bodies to be labeled “photographie retouchée.”
How it came, how it stayed, how it feels.
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.