There is a day we New Yorkers quietly celebrate, that we don’t have a name for. It’s the morning when I can feel the earth peel back her blanket and stretch out for the first time in months. For once, ...

It happens every summer, as I prepare to swap out snow suits for swim things, I appraise the swimsuits I own, appraise my own body, and try not to make judgements about myself and my worth. After ...

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I’m pretty sure I love my body as much as the next person, which means that some days, I am deeply ashamed by it; some days I detest it; most days I’m too busy to think about it; and once in a while, ...

As many of you know, I struggled with my own eating disorder for over two decades, but have fortunately healed myself over the past few years. A Psychology Today reader recently reached out to me and ...

I grew up playing volleyball — constantly surrounded by tall, skinny, beautiful women. I never thought I fit in with them because I’m short and was never skinny like them. It didn’t even matter that I ...