I am so pleased today to present a guest post by a friend of mine and yoga instructor, Michelle Fabrey. I asked her to write about the connection that yoga has to our body image, because I’ve noticed that doing yoga makes me feel so much better about my body. Based on this post, I [...]
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15 months ago, I was in a dim hospital room on a rainy day, pacing, breathing heavily, and eventually, finally, pushing. My daughter will be 15 months old tomorrow, and while the actual day of her birth gets further away, I remember my labor so clearly. It was the first time I welcomed my body, [...]
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When I decided to do the Symposium on Body Image, I asked one of my favorite bloggers, Scary Mommy, the Blog Queen, to participate. I don’t think I’ve ever read a post of hers I didn’t like. (And I’m picky.) Fortunately for me, she graciously agreed, and here is a post of hers about what [...]
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We’re continuing the discussion of the Maladjusted Book Club’s February picks for the Symposium on Body Image. Today, we discuss Portia de Rossi’s Unbearable Lightness. I was somewhat of an Ally McBeal addict in college. It was a show I loved to hate. Either I was obsessed with my body, or the show brought to [...]
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Welcome back to The Maladjusted Book Club! This post is the first in a series this week on female body image, which I’m aptly calling The Maladjusted Symposium on Body Image. It’s like Plato’s, only better. First up, Geneen Roth’s latest, Women, Food, and God. Roth talks about her years of hosting forums in which [...]
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Lately, I’ve been catching up on past episodes of The Big C, a showtime series starring Laura Linney as Cathy, a mother and wife who’s just found out she has incurable cancer (Melanoma). The show is provocative, funny, poignant, and overall, fabulous. Since Cathy has been given her fatal diagnosis, she finally gives herself permission [...]
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It started in sixth grade. My best friend at the time had an obsession with stomachs that seemed to be contagious. When I slept over her house, we’d compare them, lament their girth. We noticed that in the morning, they were flat, our hipbones protruding. If we lay on our backs, we observed how they [...]
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